afterglow

the title would be more appropriate if I had written this post on saturday, the day immediately following women's awareness week and all of the business that it entailed. but, being that I didn't leave my flat until 7:00pm and was manicly working on piecing together a dissertation topic yesterday for tuesday (still pieces, please note), this is the most immediate time to write my bit on last week.

in a word: busy. in a sense: hopeful. at least, I think so. I don't know that I can give any real perspective on what we tried to do through the events of last week (objective: to raise awareness about violence agst. women), but, in my immersion, it at least seems possible that some people were made more aware. logistically speaking, everything went off smashingly, though it would have been nice to have more people at a couple of the events. a good variety of topics and events made the five days well-balanced and made me realize yet again how much I enjoy organizing things like this. now, how to make that happen in a non-education setting...that's the trick in the next six months.

last week, I had my tarot cards read (one of the activities at one of our events). I don't know how much of a 'believer' I'd say that I am of the whole enterprise, but there are certain things that are reemphasized, underlined, bolded in these sorts of things. according to my tarot cards, and which I am pretty much am in agreement with, my present situation is one of limbo. the pictoral representation: a ship on a choppy sea with grey clouds. I have been thinking a great deal of where I'm going to be in the next year, what I'm going to do in that time, and what happens after. there are so many different variables that play into all of this and, specifically quite recently, I find myself thinking about what is going to happen with myself. I don't think I've ever really been at a point in my life when I at least didn't have some vague outline for the near and far future. this may only add to the choppiness of the sea, I suppose.

I have only ten days of term left, which means that I have five actual classes. already?!? after three weeks of easter break (seriously, three weeks. that's more than vassar's two weeks of spring break.), there are course essays (a whopping 80 pages) and then the dissertation. breaking my time in london in these terms makes this all seem to short, like I'm really not spending any time here in relative terms. listen to me, I'm not even to the quarter century mark and I'm fretting over how quickly time goes. on the brighter side, I'm quite excited for some tenative travel plans to rome and the upcoming summer of visitors.

now, I must run, cross my fingers that gsmiths has the books that I'm looking for, and take care of some vday wrapup business. I haven't heard from some people in quite some time (um, hip?), partially because of my own slagging off of email. nevertheless, hope that this finds all of you well. my love to all.