Besides dreaming up legalistic syllabus warnings that could never hold up in court, my primary strategy for dealing with the end of the school year (that is, for avoiding all the grading and administrative tasks and firefighting) is to dream of endless aestivation. Of course in academic lingo aestivating means researching and writing, albeit at times with a mojito near to hand. I've just plotted out my own summer engagements:
- MAY: draft an essay on Chaucer's dreams of chivalric identity and its alterities, with an emphasis on possible bodies and the lure of inhuman forces. Promised this for forthcoming Oxford Handbook to Chaucer.
- EARLY JUNE: "An Abecedarium of Virtu," a weird piece I am composing for the special issue of Postmedieval that I'm co-editing with Cary Howie on New Critical Modes.
- LATE JUNE: "The Sex Life of Stone," on geosexualities, for a queer theory conference in Berlin and later for an edited collection called Stones, Worms, and Skin: Gender and Embodiment in Medieval Europe.
- JULY, late evenings: my NCS-Siena paper, on blogging and new media
- AUGUST: return to that stone sex paper, because there is no way I've given myself enough time to complete it in June into July. Problem is, I'm abroad and then away much of that month ...
- SEPTEMBER: breath a sigh of relief that the fall term has started and I can stop aestivating, it's exhausting.