Tomorrow is departure day and except for actually putting things in the suitcase, I'm all set to go to South Africa. That means that the to-do list is almost done. The amazing personal revelation I've had these past couple of weeks, once again: deadlines are extremely motivating for me. But, as I have said before, I am not an adrenaline junkie. So why do I do this to myself? Something to contemplate on the 11 hour flight from Heathrow to Cape Town.
This is a multi-purpose trip.
1. Relationships are always a priority for me; life would be empty without them: It's an opportunity to see family members whom I haven't seen in years (January 1989 was my last trip back), to spend lots of time with my parents and my nephew, who live nearby but not near enough that I see much of them, and to introduce my spouse to my birthplace.
2. Creative work: I consider myself "on assignment" both for next semester's work for the MFA and for the radio documentary. There's lots of overlap between these projects since there is a "neither white nor black" race theme running through them (on account of my being born "Cape Coloured" in South Africa). I'll be collecting material for both, and have high-quality audio recording equipment with which to do so. I'm also bringing the laptop and intend to do some writing "on location."
3. Scholarly research: I am in the midst of setting up a collaborative research project with a feminist researcher in South Africa. We're getting together next week to brainstorm the shape of our project.
4. Going on safari: Never been to the parks before, so this part is also exciting beyond words. Next week, we'll be spending a few days in Sabi Sands Private Game Reserve. Kruger National Park is in the upper northeast corner of South Africa, and Sabi Sands is in the lower southwest corner of Kruger.
5. Road Trip: We're spending some days before Christmas on the Garden Route.
May everyone have a safe, happy, and restorative festive season. "See" you in the new year!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Sunday Scribblings #36 In the Last Hour
Today's Sunday Scribblings, asking us to write about "the last hour," could be an invitation to get really philosophical or apocalyptic. Like, if you knew you had a just an hour to live, what would you do in "the last hour"? But it's also an opportunity to be quite literal and that is what I am choosing for today because in the last hour I finished grading term papers. Therefore, in the last hour, as anyone who has ever taught an essay-based course will attest, I have been set free.
Like Descartes looking to break out of his dogmatic slumber, I sat by the fire on this cold winter day with the last of the term papers of the academic year. Unlike Descartes, I was experimenting for the first time with on-line submissions. No paper. Just my trusty laptop, a reliable website to download students' papers from, and Word's wonderful "track changes" function. The experiment worked. So, in the last hour I have decided that the e-submission, e-return is the way to go. In the last hour I have also had a most luxurious cup of masala rooibos chai with soy milk, eaten two handfuls of giant cashews mixed with raisins, and fended off a late-afternoon nap (which I fully plan to take in the next hour).
In the last hour, I stayed fully focused in the moment, doing exactly what was in front of me and nothing else. Nothing else (other than sipping the tea). It was a good hour. But probably not what I would choose if I thought, even for a slim minute, that it was going to be my very last hour.
Like Descartes looking to break out of his dogmatic slumber, I sat by the fire on this cold winter day with the last of the term papers of the academic year. Unlike Descartes, I was experimenting for the first time with on-line submissions. No paper. Just my trusty laptop, a reliable website to download students' papers from, and Word's wonderful "track changes" function. The experiment worked. So, in the last hour I have decided that the e-submission, e-return is the way to go. In the last hour I have also had a most luxurious cup of masala rooibos chai with soy milk, eaten two handfuls of giant cashews mixed with raisins, and fended off a late-afternoon nap (which I fully plan to take in the next hour).
In the last hour, I stayed fully focused in the moment, doing exactly what was in front of me and nothing else. Nothing else (other than sipping the tea). It was a good hour. But probably not what I would choose if I thought, even for a slim minute, that it was going to be my very last hour.
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