where’s all the time flying to anyhow? this weekend, i am missing the blue sky days outdoors for some linguisitics revelry indoors. i am hanin out at the marriot (in the basement, it appears) watching some of the great minds in linguistics. it’s been a treat thus far. i strikes me that i learn with a group of people who’s interests are incredibly varied and damned interesting. yester evening i met one a pennycook and one tim mcnamara. these guys were kind enough to spend a portland evening chatting with our adoring critical group. it was absolutely unforgettable. there were a couple surreal moments, such as listening to a grad describe burning man for the profs. last night, i finally got that critical theory can drive you mad as you try to do everything with intention, thought and scope…but only if you allow it to. i am determined to hold these ideals, apply them to the greatest extent possible & move forward. it’s just too easy to become paralyzed attempting perfection. early morning tomorrow. and, i just think tomorrow is going to be the greatest day ever.