Saturday, November 17, 2012
Can I just say that when you read aloud for an audience it is a performance. You can't mumble when you're reading 19th century prose, especially Melville's. The reading is full of some well known writers who I hope understand this. I'm going to try again at this thing tomorrow.
I had to then rush home and prepare for S's bday party, which meant packing her cake, candles, etc. We were going to have the cake plus pizza at a generic pizza joint before sending S and her five friends to Wreck-It Ralph in 3D.
While they were in the movie, I forced A to go to the vegan East Village institution Angelica Kitchen with me. We then looked around at St. Mark's Books. It reminded me of our life here before kids, such a long time ago now.
Later, I got out of my tight grading situation by taking inspiration from Lara, who reported on Fb that she was COMPLETELY caught up in her grading. I got to work and graded six papers in a row, when usually all I can stand to do in a day is three.
I wonder if Melville was a procrastinator. He was certainly had his share of tight places.