Me: Why is my neck hurting?

Child: climbs on my neck

Me: Oh.

Every night I lie in my kid’s bed until he falls asleep and every night I wish someone would pick me up and carry me to my own bed.

I’ve got that sweet, sweet book hangover where you finish reading and then look around and think, “Where am I? What is this strange ‘real world’? Wasn’t I just in a cafe in France in 1972?”

Finished reading: The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova 📚

I’m having to remind myself that the reason a 2 yr ethnographic dissertation I’m reading is more expansive than mine is bc I wrote mine on a compressed timeline in a pandemic with reduced childcare, and not because I’m a garbage scholar.

GENTLE WRITING ADVICE: You could write some words sometime if you feel like it, but if you’re in more of a taking-a-nap or binge-watching-Star-Trek place, that’s cool, too.

The model for a dissertation defense in my head is still f2f. When I try to envision my inevitable remote defense my brain just shuts down. Will I really be a Dr if I don’t have milkshakes or Mediterranean food with Drs Hughes-Hassell, Rawson, Sturm, & Gibson right after the defense?

🔖 I am a Book Person. I don’t love the shots this piece takes at Book People, but I appreciate its conclusion: it would be good to calm down about books. (The verbs attacks Book People are defending themselves against are published, rather than imagined.)

We Have to Save Books from the Book People

Just got “Wait, you’re KIBA?” for the first time in several years and it still feels kinda good… I’m not a classy fan.

Anything that restores you isn’t a waste of time.