I think today for the first time, it hit me that I’ll be traveling to New Zealand on a research grant in just over two weeks.
Yikes.
Can I say that again?
Yikes.
Thanks.
All of a sudden, “plenty of time” means very little. The stack of books I was supposed to have read seems very large. And my relative ability to speak coherently to individuals in an informal interview setting seems extraordinarily low.
Nonetheless, I will be departing in 15 days. Ergo, the map-examining, timetable-plotting, and various document-copying becomes as rampant as slouching teenagers in the mall in July. Ergo, the reading list is undergoing a transformation. No more of this science fiction business.
-Said, On Exile
-Shakespeare’s Drama of Exile
-New Zealand Drama
-A Theatre in the House
-Post-colonial Drama
The list goes on. And archives. Lots and lots of archives. Stay tuned for more information. Aaaaand….Go.
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Huh?
You mean these things don’t absorb into my brain while I sleep and produce a fascinating and brilliant commentary that is pre-packaged in a thesis-sized envelope?
Dang it.
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