Could anything be more boring and uninspiring than my life right now? After about 3 hours of sleep last night—and a very frustrating weekend altogether—I’ve managed to write perhaps two pages of the 35 which are due early next week as part of my final term papers. Don’t expect any more posts before I turn in the last assignment.

The Urban Arts Fest went fine. I have to admit that the installations I collaborated on were some of the best there, but attendance and interest seemed too low to make this event sustainable. And I never bumped into Erykah Badu. . . .

This summer’s goals: read, read, read; finish writing one of my half-written books; finish writing an article; teach 2 courses; exercise; organize the apartment; and spend time with family & friends.

Send me good energy vibrations my way as I knock out these projects.

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