So I had my hair cut chin-length, which is the shortest it's been in about eight years. For whatever reason, long hair stopped feeling like me awhile ago, but I’d been too chicken to cut it off. Yesterday was the day, and S. was positively gleeful when she took a razor to it. I also dyed it a bright orangish red a couple days ago. Feels good. Right now I’m adopting the texture taffy + hair dryer + no brushing approach, which means I walked in the door yesterday afternoon and Mister Husband asked, “Um, are you going to wear it that way when we go to my mom’s house?” (My mother-in-law is 83. She still wonders about my maturity from time to time.)

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Turned the last paper in yesterday. Since it was limited to 2500 words, my final doctoral paper ended up being a compare-and-contrast between linking taxonomies*. What a strange full circle to a Comp 101 sort of structure.

The collaborative proposal just needs to have my half of the lit review dropped in and then it’s done.

But today... today I finish the grading. They’ve been presenting for the past two weeks, and final reflective letters come in today. Speech rubrics, WebCT, black tea, Dick Dale, tendonitis brace. Go.

*Landow’s simple physical descriptions outlined in the beginning of Hypertext as opposed to Genette’s poetics of transtextuality.