Thursday, October 26, 2006

Indianapolis, here I come!

Well, it's been a bit of a horrific week, but it's almost over. Tuesday night I had to take an incredibly brutal midterm, which I'm really embarrassed about. Then last night I had to give a presentation in class--and I had to fill up 3 hours! I was really nervous for that, to the point of feeling sick (but I'm not sure if that was just nerves, or that 3-week old chili I had for supper...). But that went well.

And now, it's been another night of 4 hours of sleep, because I've been rushing around like mad-lady getting ready to leave for Indianapolis. Yes, it's the Midwest Pop Culture Association conference. A couple of us grad students put together a creative writing panel so we could present some of our work (short fiction and poetry). The title of our panel is "Adver-enticements: We Make Reading About Commodification Look Sexy." We first proposed that title as a joke, but somehow it made its way all the way to the conference schedule. Now we're worried that we won't be able to live up to our title! We might just have to resort to playing Justin Timberlake's "Sexy/Back" as the introduction....

Annie is here, so off I go.

4 comments:

Gabriel Florit said...

getyoursexyongetyoursexyongetyoursexyon.

deplorable, sarah. jt? horrendous.

on another note, sometimes i wonder how you still manage to survive. surely a PhD in creative writing is not good for the body. i'm just saying.

Margaret said...

i heart you

scott hendric said...

gabe, justin timberlake's new ablum is the best thing to happen to modern music since sgt. pepper, and you know it. i'm serious. that guy is so talented . . .
and stomping a disco ball? what a powerful image: crushing the iconographic representation of the building blocks of his very sound? sheer genius.

am i joking?
yes and no. the album cover, albeit a bit pretentious, is still kind of cool.

Ask your doctor about Creative Writing PhD . . .
side effects may include:
watery eyes, drowsiness, increased anxiety and depression, decrease in appetite, desire to "just get married and have babies".

Unknown said...

Sarah! You could always go old school and play "I'm too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts!"

I'm sure that'd do the job.