burning at the centre of time

Almost spoonless today, which sucks ass, as I have a load of things I need to do. Instead I'm reading Alaya Dawn Johnson's Racing the Dark at lightspeed. I'll get to your questions soon, and hopefully still have spoons to do the video interview signup post for the Overambitious Dissertation. Also must get to reading The Secret Feminist Cabal.

Partially, I'm affected by the weather. Those of you in Madison and Milwaukee know what I'm on about...possibly the worst rainfall ever to hit this part of the state. Fortunately my house and area is not badly affected, but more than one friend of mine has had some water-related problems.

This is particularly true of a friend who teaches in a basement classroom at Riverside University High School. They had 4-5 feet of water (see my Twitter feed for a picture). Yes, that's feet. Band room, shop labs, computer lab...all of those things are basically ruined. I can't even begin to express how bad I feel for her, especially as funding right now is utterly fucked.

It's like the whole mood of the city is muted, painful.

Naturally, We had a hard time getting to Wicked last night. We ran into three streets completely flooded out, but made it down and back. Lovely time, though the theater was leaking a little. Fantastic show. Also, I want someone to have written an academic essay on Wicked-the-musical as direct response to the post-9/11 Bush administration, because it screams that to me.

Yes, I was an American Studies major. Shut up.

[stares at list] Right, productivity of some kind. If I'm not around much today, RPers and fandom friends, I do apologise.