[Warning: this is a post that begins with navel gazing and ends with boring drivel. No pictures of London and Paris yet. Or yarn. Or cupcakes. But all of that will come, I PROMISE]
So, I had every intention of posting last week, but then I had a health scare. One relating to my previous crazy health thing. It turns out I need to have surgery again. It’s nothing too serious, because this time they know what they’re looking for, but it’s still rather unsettling. Good news though: I will have enforced recovery (meaning: reading) time! And although I will be recovering from the foggy joys of anesthesia, I’m a fast healer and relish any opportunity to not do much (I’m usually efficient in what I do because at heart, I’m the laziest person I know).
On the reading front, most of my time has been spent doing research. I’m coming into the MA program here as a second year student, which means I have to choose three papers to revise and present in the spring. I have two picked out and a third waiting in the wings (maybe). Only I’ve discovered a problem: they’re crap. I’ve blogged about my pathetic research method before. Turns out that downloading and printing off journal articles isn’t quite the same thing as reading them. Who’d have thunk it? But I’m thoroughly enjoying Peter Marshall’s biography of “my man,” William Godwin, and I have a pile of articles that I can’t wait to get into. Then it’s Edna’s turn (as in Edna Ferber–I have a bad habit of assuming close friendships with dead authors). After that, Aphra Behn might get a second chance to shine, but we’ll see about that one.
And one last thing in this incredibly boring post: I LOVE my new research buddy Zotero. Love it. Because it’s free. And I’m cheap.