I stopped blogging partly because I didn't have a lot to say, and (illogically) partly because I thought the best way of avoiding blurts that might somehow weaken my always tenuous grip on my academic job would be to shut up altogether. However, I no longer understand this thinking. I don't see why I shouldn't say whatever I like, it can't possibly make any difference at all, and oh golly, I have a six month backlog of unwritten blog posts to clear, of cat videos, confused sarcastic remarks, ideas for television shows, and passionate complaints about tiny and obscure issues of interest to very few people alive, dead, or yet to be born, which, because I have not blogged them out in the normal way, are churning turgidly in my innards like the eleven servings of bone marrow and saffron risotto which Matt Preston is reported (by Woman's Day) to have consumed in a single sitting.
Indeed, I think you can actually see the effect that not blogging has had upon my brain:
It looks pretty bad in there!!1 but the specialist's letter that came with the scans was reassuring. I quote:
The pituitary fossa is of normal size with normal posterior pituitary bright spot. No pituitary mass lesion is seen and there is no microadenoma. The suprasellar cistern, optic chiasm, infundibulum and cavernous sinus are within normal limits. No abnormality is demonstrated in the remaining brain apart from prominent neurovascular spaces in the right basal ganglia of no significance. There is minor mucosal thickening seen in the floor of the left maxillary antrum.
The left maxillary antrum is the part of the brain which deals with long division, so no great loss there if it's full of mucus, I guess.
As well as having my brain scanned, for no actual reason as it turned out, over the last half year I have done many great and mighty feats such as:
- in the name of research, endured another Jane Austen fest in the nation's capital; well, I got through most of it although I did wag half a day and spent that with Zoe and Caren and at the Lifeline Book Fair which is even better than the Canberrans make it sound, and they always sound as if they are bullshitting about how good it is. Back to Jane. Here I am, in April in Canberra, sporting the fruits of the 1.5 hour Regency turban-tying workshop: Ahem, just remember this is a SCHOLAR doing SCHOLARLY RESEARCH. It turns out that turban tying is pretty much what you would think it is - flop a bit of material around your head a few times, stick a few feathers or a brooch in if you're wearing your turban somewhere fancy.
- hung out a lot with my mate Basil who doesn't know much about art but he knows what he likes, and isn't afraid to do whatever makes him feel good.
- I got an iPad. I may have played my way through a zillion levels of Plants vs. Zombies but on the other hand I also wrote a 24 page essay about what it's like reading Mansfield Park in electronic editions, so there you go (if you want to know what it is like I'm afraid you'll just have to buy the book.)
- Number 4 I shall blog about tomorrow, because this post is long enough already.