access update

For the next few weeks I'll be in an undisclosed location doing undisclosed work for an undisclosed company.  The location is not California, Illinois, Wisconsin, Massachusetts or Europe; it is somewhere else.  Internet access has been dicey, but I think I've found a solution, after 48 fruitless and panicky hours.  Now that I've solved that problem, I owe my graduate program an edited journal issue; my advisors, two term papers and a thesis; my undisclosed employer, many hours of labor; seventypes, a position on vegetarianism and ethics; the rest of you, a gloss on the survey results.  Those are in random order up to "employer."

My brain is toast.  I spent several days writing a thesis draft like a maniac; halfway through it I realized it had as much coherence and insight as the products of a typical manic episode, but I had to turn it in anyway— and I don't know what dire entity has been draining my wisdom and energy this semester, but it's fucking merciless.  I've owed phone calls or emails to friends for months, I haven't been riding my bike, haven't been taking the calcium, haven't been writing much of anything.  But I really shouldn't go into it: these stress-engendered litanies take on a life of their own, poisoning everyone with fear and lowered expectations.  Expect the world from me!  Expect brilliance!  Expect a complete recovery!  Expect defeat to shrivel!  Expect infrequent posts, anyway.