Time, Time, No Time

I

am so tired these days. I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day. I wake up when I can, run if I wake up earlyenough (9-10am), shower, go to work (11-11:30), teach (12:45-2), then teach another class (2:20-3:35), eat lunch (3:45), hold office hours to which I will always have students come (4-5), then teach still another class (5-7pm). After which I grade papers, prepare for class (7-8pm), go home, eat dinner (9-10pm), watch some TV to relax (10-11), walk or run lightly for a bit (11-12am), do any left over work–of which there is always plenty–and then go to sleep when I finish or pass out (from midnight to anywhere between 3-6 am). *yawn*

At the moment, I’m still working on the paper I submitted two Saturdays ago. I got some feedback to which I must respond. It is, unfortunately, time consuming. I work on it in between the hours I have set above. Sometimes I don’t watch TV to work on it. Sometimes I don’t run to work on it, Sometimes I don’t sleep to work on it. *yawn*

I’m dying.

Life isn’t supposed to be like this. Certainly, teaching isn’t supposed to be like this. I have students who insist it is all about time management. Perhaps they are right… But I must insist that for me to exist, I need my own time, time to relax and not think about work. Down time. I want to watch a movie, or work out a bit, or–heaven forbid–read a freakin’ book. Down time is for rejuvenating the mind and soul, and I have had precious little time. The few hours I allow myself to watch TV or run barely allow me to keep sane. I wish I had more time for Xanga.

I miss you guys so much.

Time, Time, No Time

I

am so tired these days. I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day. I wake up when I can, run if I wake up earlyenough (9-10am), shower, go to work (11-11:30), teach (12:45-2), then teach another class (2:20-3:35), eat lunch (3:45), hold office hours to which I will always have students come (4-5), then teach still another class (5-7pm). After which I grade papers, prepare for class (7-8pm), go home, eat dinner (9-10pm), watch some TV to relax (10-11), walk or run lightly for a bit (11-12am), do any left over work–of which there is always plenty–and then go to sleep when I finish or pass out (from midnight to anywhere between 3-6 am). *yawn*

At the moment, I’m still working on the paper I submitted two Saturdays ago. I got some feedback to which I must respond. It is, unfortunately, time consuming. I work on it in between the hours I have set above. Sometimes I don’t watch TV to work on it. Sometimes I don’t run to work on it, Sometimes I don’t sleep to work on it. *yawn*

I’m dying.

Life isn’t supposed to be like this. Certainly, teaching isn’t supposed to be like this. I have students who insist it is all about time management. Perhaps they are right… But I must insist that for me to exist, I need my own time, time to relax and not think about work. Down time. I want to watch a movie, or work out a bit, or–heaven forbid–read a freakin’ book. Down time is for rejuvenating the mind and soul, and I have had precious little time. The few hours I allow myself to watch TV or run barely allow me to keep sane. I wish I had more time for Xanga.

I miss you guys so much.

No Time

I

am sad that I cannot spend as much timeon xanga as I pused to. I used to be pretty good at posting with regularity and also visiting most of my subscribers on a somewhat regular basis, certainly to those who come here and leave a comment. But time has become a commodity that is in very short supply. I can’t even find the time to finish the story “A Bright Light”.

Well, at least the paper is finished. I expect, however, the editor to send it back with comment on what to fix/rewrite. You know, I read somewhere on Xanga that someone (The Vixen?) knew someone who had a first novel accepted by a major publisher and received $25 grand. Is that right? A first time novelist can get 25 big ones? Of course, I’m sure the style and content has to be good. and apparently, this person has an MFA degree, and so has a good grasp of the arts… although, as i think of it, I’m nost sure of the connection between fine arts (painting, sculpting, dance, etc) and writing. Besides, I am a “critic” of writing… sorta. I analyze poetry and read prose rather critically–meaning critiquing and not criticizing, of course.

Anyway, like SammyStorm and perhaps a bunch of other people here on Xanga, I would love to find the time to sit back and write a novel. But I’m not sure I’d have anything to write about… well at least, nothing that would be commercially viable enough to attract a major publisher. Any thoughts? — I’m not try to ellicit compliments, if that’s what you’re thinking. The only thing I know with any degree of confidence is my life as an Asian American, but I’m afraid that that topic would not sell. I always assume that Amy Tan has already tapped out the Asian American theme in mainstream America in novels such as “Joy Luck Club”. *sigh*

No, I’m not finished

H

mmm. It’s 8 AM Saturday morning and I haven’t slept since early Friday, I think… or was late Thursday. *yawn* But I can’t stop now. My brain is filled with linked-verse, and I can’t stop for sleep. I’m afraid I will lose some of the good ideas I still have floating around in my brain. *yahahawn* I have to finish! I promised myself I wouldn’t watch TV until I finished, and I can’t break a promise… well, not usually. Even is UCLA is playing Oklahoma. Must finish, must finish.

Today’s game should be a douzy. Okay, OU is not the team is was the last two years. They no longer have Jason White, they lost to TCU and they looked pretty vulnerable against Tulsa. But that doesn’t mean anything. They are still Oklahoma. They have Adrian Petersen, runner up for the Heisman last year as a Freshman. Bob Stoops is still coach and he won’t let them stay crummy. And their five man offinsive line? I could get all my subscribers together and they’d still be lighter than these five. Gokingsgo said he scored some tickets to the game. Grrrrr…. If only I lived in LA, I’d go with ya’. Please, please join the Bruin faithful in an eight clap in my stead. Here’s a warm up.

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You can replace the last “fight-fight-fight” with “beat O-U”. Your choice.

*yawn* Anyway, back to work for me. I’m so sleeeeee… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

No, I’m not finished

H

mmm. It’s 8 AM Saturday morning and I haven’t slept since early Friday, I think… or was late Thursday. *yawn* But I can’t stop now. My brain is filled with linked-verse, and I can’t stop for sleep. I’m afraid I will lose some of the good ideas I still have floating around in my brain. *yahahawn* I have to finish! I promised myself I wouldn’t watch TV until I finished, and I can’t break a promise… well, not usually. Even is UCLA is playing Oklahoma. Must finish, must finish.

Today’s game should be a douzy. Okay, OU is not the team is was the last two years. They no longer have Jason White, they lost to TCU and they looked pretty vulnerable against Tulsa. But that doesn’t mean anything. They are still Oklahoma. They have Adrian Petersen, runner up for the Heisman last year as a Freshman. Bob Stoops is still coach and he won’t let them stay crummy. And their five man offinsive line? I could get all my subscribers together and they’d still be lighter than these five. Gokingsgo said he scored some tickets to the game. Grrrrr…. If only I lived in LA, I’d go with ya’. Please, please join the Bruin faithful in an eight clap in my stead. Here’s a warm up.

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U-clap-clap-clap-
C-clap-clap-clap-
L-clap-clap-clap-
A-clap-clap-clap-
U-C-L-A-fight-fight-fight

You can replace the last “fight-fight-fight” with “beat O-U”. Your choice.

*yawn* Anyway, back to work for me. I’m so sleeeeee… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

No, I’m not finished

H

mmm. It’s 8 AM Saturday morning and I haven’t slept since early Friday, I think… or was late Thursday. *yawn* But I can’t stop now. My brain is filled with linked-verse, and I can’t stop for sleep. I’m afraid I will lose some of the good ideas I still have floating around in my brain. *yahahawn* I have to finish! I promised myself I wouldn’t watch TV until I finished, and I can’t break a promise… well, not usually. Even is UCLA is playing Oklahoma. Must finish, must finish.

Today’s game should be a douzy. Okay, OU is not the team is was the last two years. They no longer have Jason White, they lost to TCU and they looked pretty vulnerable against Tulsa. But that doesn’t mean anything. They are still Oklahoma. They have Adrian Petersen, runner up for the Heisman last year as a Freshman. Bob Stoops is still coach and he won’t let them stay crummy. And their five man offinsive line? I could get all my subscribers together and they’d still be lighter than these five. Gokingsgo said he scored some tickets to the game. Grrrrr…. If only I lived in LA, I’d go with ya’. Please, please join the Bruin faithful in an eight clap in my stead. Here’s a warm up.

clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-
U-clap-clap-clap-
C-clap-clap-clap-
L-clap-clap-clap-
A-clap-clap-clap-
U-C-L-A-fight-fight-fight

You can replace the last “fight-fight-fight” with “beat O-U”. Your choice.

*yawn* Anyway, back to work for me. I’m so sleeeeee… zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Just a Skosh More

D

amn, teaching just takes too much time. How the heck do they think I can research and write with a five course teaching load. Ugh. Well. just a bit more. The paper ain’t what I would have wanted it to be, but it’s getting there.

BTW: Does anyone use the word, “skosh”? I first heard it used in a Levi’s commercial about 10 or 15 years ago. Levi’s used it to mean “a little bit”. Does anyone know the etymology of this word? I always imgained that it was derived from the Japanese 少しsukoshi, which means “a little bit.”

I’m Dying

A

h, the life of a procrastinator. I suppose I deserve every rasberry I get. My paper is due last week but my editor gave me ’til Friday. Okay, I haven’t been procrasitnating THAT much. I just have a sh*tload of stuff to do–teaching five courses, family obligations, blah, blah, blah. I sound like a broken record. Well the next day or two will determine what’s what.

If I die, I beqeath all my Xanga rights and properties to M… but she probably doesn’t want anything to do with it.