Last night I taught my last American Poetry class at Montclair State. I brought some homemade chocolate chip cookies for my students, and we discussed Terrance Hayes's book Lighthead. We should have perhaps discussed this book a bit earlier, before everyone was so end-of-semester tired. But I think the class was a success, overall. (One student said, "What degree do I need to get to be you?" Oh, gosh. Who knows.) I still have to go pick up take-home finals next week.
Currently, the radiators in our duplex are not working, except for the one in my office/spare room. Luckily, this is the most artsy room in the house, and the one where I like to think about book manuscripts and collaborative projects.
In other news, I've been watching Dr. Who before bed, and I've also started watching Downton Abbey. Clif and I watch Dr. Who together, but Downton Abbey makes him fall asleep, so I watch that alone. But I enjoy that, too.
And now that my post-doc at Fordham is over, I'm on the job market for professorships. If I don't get one for next year, I'll be a freelancer. Like the Doctor. My mother says I "get high marks for tolerance for ambiguity." Yes, I've become good at that.
Also, Merry Christmas! I'm liking the idea of Christmas decorations this year, but still lacking the follow-through. I want some of those old-fashioned lights with the big bulbs. Do you think they sell them at the Ace Hardware down the street?