Today was...

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A Good Day^TM.

I got all kinds of fussy details done, like rescheduling a specialist's appointment that fell exactly when I'm going to be in San Francisco. Like booking Robinson into a boarding place for the time I'm going to be in San Francisco. Like ordering online some extra Method mop cloths.

I also scored the Keynote Speaker of my Dreams^TM for our DE conference! So that was a great achievement.

And I had a really good class teaching Sylvia Plath's "Daddy." What I was trying to do was show them that it's not all "oh, poor Sylvia, the victim" but a carefully calculated campaign by her to make herself seem like "oh, poor Sylvia, the victim." It's not that I'm pro-Ted Hughes. I just feel that he didn't really get a word in.

And Robinson and I went for a nice walk after work and it wasn't even dark. Spring is coming.

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Kudos on a great class, one of many. I am teaching Ted Hughes week after next, and I am looking forward to it. Plath had her moments ("Oh my god what am I?"), but so did he. I love his stuff. And how long must one man atone for having an affair, for Christ's sake? God, can you imagine what the world would be if we held everyone to the standards we have for artists, entertainers, and fictional characters?

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What was really good was someone asked "are we going to be reading any Ted Hughes?" I love Ted Hughes. I wish we were going to be reading some, but next week it's Prufrock (!!).