I spent the day today prepping lectures for the upcoming week, to make up for yesterday's long day visiting the Rose Garden after brunch at our diner on Piedmont. It's been a month since our last long stroll, I've been breaking in a new pair of vegan Doc Martens and my bleeding blistered feet had no truck with our usual hike. They fit like a dream at last, but for three weeks they were a toothy mouth gripping each foot like a metal trap. It's nearly Thanksgiving, so Eric and I have been enjoying our annual revisit of Peter Jackson's Tolkein adaptations. The first movie was one of our first dates, so the saga has a long romantic history for us. We've made it through five of the films by now and will probably wait till Thursday afternoon to finish off "Return of the King." We fast forward through most of the ponderous mechanistic battle scenes and teenage boy "humour" and Samwise Gamgee wankery, it's amazing how much more manageable the four-hour extended editions are when you trim an hour or two of grunting straight guy idiocy from each one. Anyway, spent today scribbling about Combahee and Haraway. Even with the Republicans going full Nazi-enabling nihilist in the background, texts like these make me feel hope. Here's hoping they give my students some strength for what is coming.
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