Pink Freud

I took this snapshot of a flyer for my "Core Café" discussion salon for work last week. I hand out flyers at each week's faculty meeting, and by the time I walk into my classroom at 2 o'clock to teach my second class, a flyer's always tacked up on the grungy bulletin board in the back of the room. A circuitous way of getting things done, but one less thing I have to do myself (i'm so lazy) -- excellent! Thank you mystery instructor who teaches in my room at 12:30!

Freud in the American university classroom: so many penises.

An even bigger thank you to the super helicopterita who agreed to make the flyers for me in the first place. The first link in the chain of posting flyers for Core Café is, of course, the flyers' creator: Claudia! Did you know Clo Blanco is an internationally renowned art director, graphic artist, and painter? Did you know that she designed the NYC Condom "Get some!" campaign? Well she is and she did, and you should see her online portfolio on Behance.

The best part of the fact that I somehow suckered (badgered) Clo into making these flyers for me is that she designs a new one for each week's salon meeting and emails me each week's design on Sundays. It's a fancy surprise every Sunday evening, almost as much a surprise for me as is it for the rest of the faculty and students. Clo, everyone at Stevenson College loves the flyers. They want to mail you cookies as a thank you.

I'll post new photos each week, and then photograph the wall in my office where I put up each week's flyer at the end of the academic quarter -- a grand total of nine flyers! Marx and Nietzsche through Marjane Satrapi! It's quite the canon.

This week coming up is Virginia Woolf!

More postcards for the winter

These four postcards arrived in the mail over the course of a week and a half recently, and, as far as I can tell, are the wonderful holiday postcard equivalent of a happy, drunken New Year's voicemail (I did receive both communications from the lovely group of people who went in on writing and sending these postcards). Online sleuthing (instagram) tells me that these four postcards were likely purchased and prepared over the Thanksgiving holiday last fall in Boston, and then mailed from New York City some time later. It took a long while for them to get to my mailbox, but they were a treat well-worth waiting for.

If you turn them all over, they fit together in order to reveal a drawn drunken X-mas tree formation. I would have taken a photo, but that would have entailed a bunch of blurring out of names and addresses. NO THANK YOU. 

More photos on Instagram. Besos and abrazos to the Padrón-Blanco-Thomas's for sending me a series of postcards that made me very happy. 

Welcome back, here I am

After what felt like the world's shortest winter break, spent mostly at my parents' house with my family, in semi-retirement,* here we are. And, in the blink of an eye, we're already finishing up week two of the new academic term. First Marx, now Nietzsche, next week Freud. Oh my god I'm in heaven.

Marx, Engels, Angela Lansbury, and me. Saturday nights don't get much better.

I have a new Sack Man post in the works (Sack Man and werewolf!), as well as a Serbian vampire and Venezuelan cannibal to investigate. With the way things have been going with my teaching load this academic year, we'll see how quickly I can churn them out. In the mean time, check out the Instagram, I'm posting images of the quotidien to it frequently.**

It's just about my bedtime. I've been getting up before dawn on teaching days to work and it is DELIGHTFUL. The world is quiet, and dark, and it's just me and the dog and maybe Murder She Wrote, too.

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* Semi-retirement really isn't much of an exaggeration: up at 6am, working together, eating together, walking the dogs together, falling asleep at 9pm in front of the t.v., watching Rachel Maddow together. It's either semi-retirement or some kind of socialistic suburban co-op utopia.
** Jason tells me that, based on the sheer volume of photos of Roscoe on there, Instagram people must think that I'm an insane dog lady, which is fine, mainly because the only people following me are my friends who know that to be true already.