must be the endorphin rush
Sunday, 23 September 2007 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtBizarre. I'm bouncing around the house this morning singing "My girl is the queen of the savages" at the top of my voice, while the cats flee in terror and the Evil Landlord gives me odd looks1. Nothing wrong with Magnetic Fields, say I! in fact, a lot right. Also, nothing wrong at all with waking up randomly at 7.30am on a Sunday morning, leaping enthusiastically out of bed and (gasp!) going to the gym. Good workout. Rather buzzed. Also proving, in the oddly smug sensation engendered by driving home, all sweaty and gasping, past the rows of cars parked outside various churches, that virtue is an entirely subjective concept.
I am also forced to contemplate one of those horribly adult moments of realisation that one's parents were actually right all along, the case in point being my father's despairing attempt to make me do any sort of sport at school. He was right. I would have been a higher, better, happier being if I'd stuck with it despite being a total rabbit, and would probably have reached middle adulthood secure in the possession of slightly more knees and elbows.
In other news, have persuaded our very supportive HoD to accept a paper on China Mieville for a journal issue she's editing, suggesting that actually the only thing I need to do to render this mad fantasy stuff acceptable is to lard it with sufficient buzzwords (here "cosmopolitan", "estrangement" and, what was the other one, oh yes, "agency". Also "figurative splitting" and "crisis of belonging". *makes open-ended critical success roll on Academic Waffle skill*. But I think it'll be a worthwhile paper.)
I don't think the happy bouncy bit is just endorphin rush, actually. I think the reality of life-changing decisions, mostly around not teaching for my current department next year, has started to sink in, and I'm feeling all energised and released. It's like a log-jam breaking up. Weird things could happen in the rush. You Have Been Warned.
Last Night I Dreamed: a rather oddly diffuse dream about the dodgy Chinese girl attempting to sell herself to the two gay men in the beautiful house just off the Common. Later, there were enormous gatherings in a noisy and convivial pub with very long wooden tables, occupied by a strange mix of my friends with unfamiliar and rather high-status academics.
I am also forced to contemplate one of those horribly adult moments of realisation that one's parents were actually right all along, the case in point being my father's despairing attempt to make me do any sort of sport at school. He was right. I would have been a higher, better, happier being if I'd stuck with it despite being a total rabbit, and would probably have reached middle adulthood secure in the possession of slightly more knees and elbows.
In other news, have persuaded our very supportive HoD to accept a paper on China Mieville for a journal issue she's editing, suggesting that actually the only thing I need to do to render this mad fantasy stuff acceptable is to lard it with sufficient buzzwords (here "cosmopolitan", "estrangement" and, what was the other one, oh yes, "agency". Also "figurative splitting" and "crisis of belonging". *makes open-ended critical success roll on Academic Waffle skill*. But I think it'll be a worthwhile paper.)
I don't think the happy bouncy bit is just endorphin rush, actually. I think the reality of life-changing decisions, mostly around not teaching for my current department next year, has started to sink in, and I'm feeling all energised and released. It's like a log-jam breaking up. Weird things could happen in the rush. You Have Been Warned.
Last Night I Dreamed: a rather oddly diffuse dream about the dodgy Chinese girl attempting to sell herself to the two gay men in the beautiful house just off the Common. Later, there were enormous gatherings in a noisy and convivial pub with very long wooden tables, occupied by a strange mix of my friends with unfamiliar and rather high-status academics.
1 I also managed to crack him up completely by complaining that the grey water system filter needed cleaning, since the sprinkler was "ponging like an arcade game addict". What's with that?
