I guess it would be fitting to mention that I am a grad student, and this is finals week of fall term. Today I turned in my last bit of fall term course work: a research proposal on Michel Foucault and the 'blog' as an incitement to discourse. Sounds exciting, doesn't it? Whatever.
The important this is that fall term is behind me, and I now have 4 weeks and 3 days off. (Darn-- I wish I still could use an exclamation point here. Ah, well....)
Book recommendation: Speak, Memory, the memoir of Vladimir Nabokov's boyhood in pre-revolutionary Russia. Gorgeous writing, and the opening line is something that my youngest daughter would memorize and carry around with her and put under her pillow before going to sleep at night:
"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness."
Night night, fellow moonwatchers....