awakethis means a ride on BART with my little wrist band pressure point motion sick things which mostly work but not as well as one would hope. since I've been listening to audio books while riding BART I have come to associate narrative with vague nausea.
I have to finish picking out selections for my reader for the Art Institute class. I keep changing my mind about what I want to do but maybe I should just put in everything I think we might want to read. right now I'm not sure whether to keep Derrida in or put something like Robert Walser in his place. the Walser is more fun, but am I being remiss in not teaching Derrida in a 19th-20th century critical theory class? I can always teach him in the "B" portion in the spring, after I've warmed them up to theoretical prose.
maybe that's the best idea. I'd give them some Paul Celan too but I wouldn't want any of the poor dears slitting their wrists. still. with Samuel Beckett he could make for quite a gravitational class meeting. I mean we all know Beckett is hilarious but that's not really the first impression he tends to make.
this is the hard part: deciding what not to teach.
