Tensions mount

[cornerofmadness]

This is the worst part of the semester. April and November (ironically both nano months) suck rocks. Students racing about going why aren't I passing? (Because you've done nothing), me not getting through all the notes, grading all the things.

Someone poke me to make me write. Please. I feel myself slipping down the rabbit hole, unable to stop.

Today we spent 5000$ of grant money at work. I hope we made good choices.

Yesterday I went to the student art show. It was actually very nice. SOmeone did surrealistic art prints. Loved those. I seriously thought about buying one.

I haven't sent away for my passport yet. I'm getting less and less excited about my upcoming trips and I fucked up my tours in Salt Lake and I need to call him back to fix it. Sigh.

Poem Day 11
Whispers of Love
by Rumi (1207–1273)

Love whispers in my ear,
“Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don’t pretend to be a candle, be a moth,
so you may taste the savor of Life
and know the power hidden in serving.”


Poem Day 12
Furuike ya
kawazu tobikomu
mizu no oto

-- Basho
(The old pond--
a frog jumps in,
sound of water.)