But the answer is, I have kept up. I've been reading, I've been discussing, I've been nodding knowingly when some chump starts in about post-humanism. I'm in there, doing it. Semester's end is just . . . different.
So, I'm ready for more of this, but with more achiness, because who in the world wants to write about androgyny in Pynchot's The Crying of Lot 49 when it's springtime?
*I totally will run tomorrow.