Rather to my shock, I realize it's only TWO WEEKS until i...

Rather to my shock, I realize it's only TWO WEEKS until it's time to set forth for New Orleans and the Tennessee Williams Literary Festival. It comes at a good time, as I'm starting the fill-in work on Mr. J Goes to Washington (working title) - taking the skeleton of who does what in what order, and looking at, What's going on in heads and hearts? What's happening back home? Meanwhile shaping my own memories of Washington DC's landscape to fit old maps, old accounts, trying to remember that the dome on the Capitol was much flatter and sort of silly-looking, and that a canal ran slap through the middle of the city.

And, in between all that, grading exams.

A long and lively digression in last night's class on Sex in Ancient Greece (after the demonstration with swords and shields, which students always find pretty entertaining). It frequently surprises me that most of them haven't heard this before, but that's why one goes to college: to hear stuff you haven't heard before.