End of semester flurry. Lots to catch up on; hence the sporadic entries. Sometimes when I try to make a check mark on a student’s paper, it ends up being a scribble, because of my tremors. Going to do an experiment and see if they try to decipher the scribbles in the margins. Dr. Ripley, what does this mean? It’s Greek for learn to read.
The Residence sits on the southern edge of Saskatoon. Mansion-sized. Jacuzzi and exercise room and lounge and cafeteria. Four grassy acres crosshatched with paved walking paths. My room’s tucked into the Residence’s corner. Smallest room in the Residence: shelves upon shelves of books, a floor-to-ceiling Edward Scissorhands movie poster, a desk, a dresser, and just enough floor space to twist my chair around.
Once I finish my marking I have to prepare for a conference in New York. I’m headlining a panel on how disability is portrayed in North American culture. Need to unfurl some expectations. Stick my claw under their skin and wriggle it a little. Then maybe go to a Yankees game and weasel my way down to field level and poke fun at the pinstripes. Rub my peter, Jeter. Where’s your entourage, Rodriguez? I’m hardly a baseball fan but I follow it enough to be allowed to complain.