Totally Fake

Why, totally fake? Because (and I know I'm unlikely to garner much sympathy from you lot) I've been busy, yet plagued by guilt for neglecting my blog so grievously. Teaching a survey class, as it turns out, is a fuck of a lot of work. I've almost got comp down to an art form requiring practically no prep, but to do this class right I've had to bone up on a lot of history and related stuff. My class seems largely benign (as in, NOT hostile, thank you god) but mostly very quiet. If they're not moved by the reading, I suffer. Today, I suffered. Last week, not so much. I actually composed a really frustrated blog entry a few weeks ago after trying to teach some Native American accounts of Wounded Knee. Or, really I should say after failing to do so. Then things looked up a bit. I'm managing my crazy stress better now. I'm no longer over-preparing quite so heinously as I once was. Also, seeing my office mates buried in comp essays makes me feel a minor twinge of relief. At least I don't have to talk about thesis statements, even if all my students are likely to write their Midterm essays on the "Yellow Wall-Paper." What can you do?

So, here comes the fakeness. Since I have nothing new to say, only teaching, dissertating, working, running when I can, have the following little shreds of candy. I don't know whether or not I'm the only SLOG fanatic, but on the off-chance I am...In response to extreme protests about the San Francisco Folsom Street Fair posters, which featured a playful rendering of the Last Supper complete with leather daddies and dildoes, Savage has compiled this great collection of other Last Suppers that apparently failed to garner so much outrage. For some reason, I find this endlessly entertaining. Lastly, I just got the famous vegan cupcake book, but lacking a pastry bag and some nice tips (I hope to acquire some soon so I can torture you all with cupcake porn), I'll be making these. We're going to be so deliciously fat.