Oh life.

Today I gave a lesson to my grad cohort on subject/verb agreement, using headlines from The Onion, a variety of Bushisms, examples that referred to Simpsons characters and Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, and obnoxiously loud party noisemakers. It pretty much rocked the house, even though I was so sure that I was going to vomit as I prepared all of the stuff. It's really (really) nervewracking to teach grammar to roomful of highly educated late-20-somethings in a Masters program.

Also lately:
- I started writing a packet of letters (addressed to nobody presently), which I'm planning to turn into an honest and hilarious novel. I don't have much material down yet, but what's there is of the highest quality that I've probably ever written. I think taking a relational break has been really liberating for the left side of my brain. Tequila might also have something to do with it.
- Yesterday I bought a new set of semi-cheap brushes and four square canvases (14x14and 16x16), and I sat for about eight hours and painted the absolute best work that I've ever made, hands down. I'll post pictures when time allows. It is wildly colorful, multi-dimensional, and kind of borderline circus-artish; and it involves fish with unicorn horns (naturally).
I painted it with someone in mind, but now I'm not sure that I want to give it away. Everyone else owns all of my best artwork. Still, I almost feel almost indebted to the person I had in mind when I painted it. Would I have been able to paint the same thing otherwise?...

So ends this solipsistic rant, with apologies. It is inspiring to feel a bit of art flowing back into my body though; it seems like it's been forever. New beginnings have a way of doing this to me.