Some of you already knew that I was planning on fleeing Salt Lake during the Olympics. School is closing for three weeks (they're renting out the dorms, apparently -- who knows what they're doing with the students?), and so there's no reason for me to stay here, in the grip of winter. I just booked tickets to the Bay Area, and will be there from February 1st to February 25th. Among other things, this means that I'll definitely be reading for Black Books on February 19th, as below:
Best Bisexual Erotica 2 ReadingTuesday, February 19, 2002, 8pm
Good Vibrations, 1210 Valencia St, San Francisco
"This volume tackles compelling issues such as multiple relationships, coming out, and bisexual identity, served with a sense of humor and steamy sexual situations. Join co-editors Carol Queen and Bill Brent, plus contributors Steven Schwartz, Mary Anne Mohanraj, Jack Random, Linda Poelzl, Lori Selke, R.L. Baldwin (from Atlanta), and Rachel Kramer Bussel (from New York City) to celebrate the release of this this brand-new volume of stories with a bi-flavored twist."
I'll be reading from "And Baby Makes Four", a story I am inordinately fond of. :-) I hope lots of you can come -- spread the word!
In other news, the first class yesterday went very well. It's on Epistemologies in the Renaissance (that's a fancy word for 'ways of knowing'), and at least at first, she'll be focusing on maps and book-making -- how apropos, given my recent Xmas activities! And she's really interested in the way in which the arrival of printing changed the way Europeans (mostly British) in the Renaissance apprehended their world, and with making a direct correspondence to the way the internet is functioning today. How pertinent is that? Too pertinent, lemme tell ya! It's a little spooky how on-topic this course feels. Other areas covered will include gender, religion, and science -- I'm really looking forward to it.
Tonight's my other class, novel workshop with Francois (whom I had last year for narrative theory). Should be excellent. I'm feeling eager to dive back into my book, which I have neglected for long enough now that I no longer have little characters pecking at my brain saying, 'excuse me -- you left me hanging on page 8, y'know'. It's an annoying pecking in some ways, but it's also an integral part of this book, and I kind of miss it. I miss having that constant under-the-surface urge to write. I want it back, and hopefully this semester I'll get it back.