Out with the bad air, in with the good air…
So, I’m back in Brooklyn, where the sky is blue and the air is crisp – this was always my favorite time of the year weather-wise, though the specter of seasonal allergies cast a long shadow of my enjoyment of Spring until recently (thanks, Claritin/Sudafed/allergy shots!).
For the first time in at least a year and a half, I left Ithaca on Thursday taking no dissertation research whatsoever with me. A several-hundred page stack of paper is sitting in each of my advisor’s mailboxes, and though it’s far from perfect (or complete, really), I feel satisfied enough to take a few days off and actually relax. The thing I need most right now is distance from my writing so that I can engage with its flaws without knowing what I meant to say, so I’m doing a little freelance programming for the next week.
Even more, I’m going to read something. I grabbed Jonathan Lethem’s The Fortress of Solitude from the Cornell Library, though I haven’t started it yet. Also, volume 2 of Neal Stephensen’s Baroque Cycle, Confusion, just hit stores, but I don’t think I can justify taking on that sort of reading project just yet (I’ll save it for the summer).