- I didn’t realize that I’ve been weeding some of the Suhthuhn from my demeanor for the past couple of years until I got around the Peabody porters. Whenever you ride in the elevator, they ask where ya’ll from and how’s your stay, and suddenly I find myself telling them that while Mister Husband may claim to be from Minneapolis, I just drove over from Little Rock and so far everythang is jes’ fahn. It’s been awhile since I heard myself talk like that.

- Sore throat, but not sick in bed so far today. Thanks for asking.

- Secret Message to Speaker #2: I grade my Sci/Tech Presentations students on whether or not they maintain a supportive stance during group presentations. When I lecture on this, I talk about how hard it is to look attentive sometimes while sitting on panels at conferences. No matter how boring it is, it’s gotta be done, because otherwise you look like you’re convinced that you’re the most fascinating person up there and none of your colleagues are worth listening to. Which is exactly what you did, with your doodling, aimless staring, and facial contortions. You were most certainly not representing. Also, a literature review is not a presentable conference paper. You really should have a point.

- The book exhibit here is small but choice. But a mosey through it revealed that I already have all the ones I’d want. I think this means I’ve been buying too many books. Except maybe that new one on digital literacies...

- I have run into one of my advisors on four separate occasions today. This isn’t at all a bad thing because I quite like him, but how can one small man be so ubiquitous? Some people think their advisors are everywhere, but mine really is.

- Thinkin’ ‘bout fried chicken for dinner. (Click through there — Julia Reed’s essay on the topic is quite correct.) Or maybe I can talk somebody into bringing me a soup bowl full of bread pudding. Probably not, so probably chicken.

Thass all.

Update: You really must take yourselves down to Front Street and get on a trolley or walk about eight blocks left. Keep going until you smell hot grease and see a bright yellow sign for Gus's Fried Chicken. Go on in and order sweet tea, fried green tomatoes, and a two-piece plate of hot and spicy chicken (which is the only kind available). It really is as good as everyone says. I hereby add it to my official list of glow foods, which saw no additions at all in 2005.