I’ve been packing for my upcoming move across town for a week and a half, including 6 hours this morning (6 more hours after this short break and I get to stop!).
I thought I’d gotten rid of a lot of stuff (half my books) before, but I’ve gotten rid of tons of crap this week. Of course, it doesn’t seem to be making a difference when I look at the boxes, but then, it never does.
Some things I’m discovering in the process–
a. it is impossible to follow physical therapist instructions and move at the same time. Technically, I’m not supposed to lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk (this little rule gets broken almost every day I go to class). In theory, I’m not supposed to have to bend down or to stretch up to retrieve anything–I have yet how to figure out how to live my life with everything at counter level, though. Although my back hurts every day, it’s screaming at me about these rules right now, though its voice is muffled by necessity.
b. everything in my house has decided to break–nothing major, just a few things I have no idea how to take care of and all at once and irritating.
c. I have a bunch of stuff that I can’t really explain. Why would I have a bottle of dry vermouth and a bottle of sweet vermouth when I don’t drink anything that needs either?
d. I have trouble getting rid of potentially useful stuff. I’m usually (99% of the time) too lazy to take my eye makeup off and thus have three full bottles of eye makeup remover. I should really throw them all out, but I could possibly use them all up by the time I’m dead. Maybe. So I saved the most full bottle and threw out the other two.
Sigh.

I’m in the midst of packing (and teaching, etc), so I only have a moment, but I wanted to bitch a bit–Comedy Central is polluting the airwaves with its ads for the new roast of David Hasselhoff.

I’ve loved Comedy Central since its early days. The first things they used to show were reruns of SNL, Monty Python, and, wait for it . . . stand-up! Now the network is anchored by the best news shows on tv and other original programming. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough actual comedy sometimes, but it’s still a great place to land on in the shuffle of life.

Except that they really don’t seem to know what a roast is. A roast is when friends of a comedian tear the comedian a new one and then the comedian tears back.

It is NOT when some comics the network is trying to feature (some of whom have never met the roastee) gather around the easiest target in the world and make the most predictable jokes in the world. That’s not comedy–that’s laziness. Shoving some unseasoned potatoes in the microwave won’t give you roasted goodness.

Can you roast Chevy Chase? Yes, and they have, but in recent years they have featured such amazing non-comedians as flavor-flav, (I’m not googling that to make sure I spelled it right), William Shatner, and Pamela Anderson. We can do better than this–didn’t Obama’s election teach us anything about striving higher or about hope?

In other news, my new matchflick column is up: http://www.matchflick.com/column/2199

I’ve wanted to meet Margaret Atwood for a long time. I first read her in high school; the essay I wrote to get into my PhD program was on her; my dissertation was about her work; my Atwood reading group has been meeting weekly for six years or so. As the former President of the Margaret Atwood Society, I have had the opportunity to correspond with her (with her assistants, probably, but still).
Thus, I was very excited to be in the same room with her last week. My friend and colleague, Ted, who had hosted Atwood at his institution earlier this year, introduced us. I mentioned that I was the former President and, smiling, she asked if I’d been deposed. I explained that it had been a peaceful transfer of power. A few hours later, I was able to get her autograph, though by that time, I’d become Karmel, apparently.
The great disappointment was finding out that a lunch I’d skipped at the conference had her in attendance–I might have been able to have lunch with her! Oh, well, next time.
What struck me most about her was how luminous she was–she glows. I hope I look half as good when I’m in my early seventies. I hope I’m as smart and funny, too, but somehow I doubt it–I’d have to reach her level before I started worrying about whether age could take that level from me.
She was also shorter than I expected.
And how must I have seen to her? Young and giddy.
It made me think about how young I am, actually, which is why I was really surprised to have my friend Jason say that he had met a “fan” of mine while out smoking at one of the events. She apparently asked him what drew him to the event. He started to say he was there with his friend, but she cut him off and said “Karma.” She then went on to say that she’d read some of my work and that she’d heard me speak and that while she was an Atwood scholar, she wasn’t at my level.
Is this middle age? Feeling constantly like a child, while tired like an older person? Revering some and being revered by others?

Okay–it’s been awhile since I’ve written. First, I had to get the blog to stay up–let us all thank my faithful friend and reader, Ken, who donated his time and money to enable me to do so. Then, it was finals, and then I headed off to Canada for ten days.

Today I wanted to share my impressions on seeing Margaret Atwood at the 11th Short Fiction Conference in Toronto. I’ll talk about meeting Margaret Atwood the next time I log in.

Last Friday, Margaret Atwood had a talk with a former colleague and fellow writer at the short fiction conference. He, unfortunately, did not prepare questions–I think he was counting on knowing her for 40 years and on the audience’s interest in knowing that both of them started writing at the same time. I’m sure that I, as well as any of the other Atwoodians in the room, could have led a better discussion. At one point, even Atwood cut him off to say that she thought they should be talking about short fiction–he got a bit defensive and said he was trying to cover her entire body of work, although three of his questions were designed to get her to talk about her depiction of Toronto in her novels.

There were some highlights, though. Apparently, she and I pronounce Penelopiad the same way (there are three ways). She mentioned Colin Firth’s shirtless scene in Pride and Prejudice (we watch the same movies!). She also said that a friend had observed of The Handmaid’s Tale that it was surprising that no one had noticed that it was a veiled depiction of Harvard’s English Department from when Atwood was in graduate school there. Also, apparently, there was supposed to be a voice-over in the film version of The Handmaid’s Tale–she said that Richardson was playing against the voice over (so we could see what she was repressing), which added a lot to the role, but that the director cut it.

One woman asked a common question about Atwood not calling her work science-fiction. She managed to make the question sound hostile. Atwood’s answer was perfect. First, she explained that in terms of lineage and her own definitions, there was no debate. She sees Wells’s work as science-fiction–aliens and technology we don’t have, etc. She sees Verne’s work as speculative fiction–technology and ideas that are in development currently. She clearly falls into the latter category. She also noted that she doesn’t see one as better than the other, but that she was only good at the latter. Then she mentioned fantasy and how she simply can’t write dragons, though she loves to read about them (and said Le Guin’s Earthsea dragons were the best). She then talked about her overall enjoyment with the whole sci-fi/fantasy/spec-fic spectrum and said that she was the person who knows which orc wears a watch in Lord of the Rings and wonders too long about how Gandolf gets his staff back.

Later than night, Atwood did a short reading at the Toronto Public Library–she opened with “Our Cat Goes to Heaven” from The Tent. She then read the first part of “The Headless Horseman” from Moral Disorder. Those aren’t necessarily the works I would have picked, but the audience found them endearing and very funny. Atwood kept laughing herself at “The Headless Horseman”–I think it was the laughter of remembering the moment, as she’s mentioned that that particular story is completely autobiographical.

More to come–but do check out my new column on Katharine Hepburn at www.matchflick.com

This week started well–Alexander’s finale concert of the year was amazing. His chamber orchestra played beautifully and their guest conductor was quite impressive.

On Tuesday, I got to pick up my very best friend in the world from the airport. That’s right–Denise Du Vernay had arrived so that we could do our book launch! We spent Wednesday afternoon putting together our power point and then, after my third class of the day, we headed over to the venue. Luckily, Ken was there to help set up the a/v system.

We drew 50 people, including a woman who was buying a book for her son–he had a Simpsons-themed wedding. Our presentation went incredibly–all the more incredibly because we didn’t rehearse–we prefer to riff. The audience was engaged and laughing and the bookstore sold out of the copies they brought to sell. For some reason, our fans decided that book launch event require flowers, so we signed books surrounded by roses and assorted beautiful bouquets. We ended up staying in the room with a few close friends drinking margaritas until way after the staff was ready for us to go. (Then I couldn’t get to sleep cause I was so happy.)

Thursday was more restful, though we decided to invite friends for dinner. Dinner led to ice cream, but then the boy said we had to go home so he could do homework. Naturally, that meant we ended up with ten people in the living room drinking and eating my famous ginger-chip cookies until a bit after midnight.

Yesterday was full–I had three classes (including the one I subbed for) and two department meetings. Then we were off to Berkeley to see Flight of the Conchords. I’d never been to the Greek Theatre before–it’s an open air ampitheatre that seats 8000 people and all 8000 were there. Many people showed up late (knowing that the actual concert would start significantly later than it was supposed to), and managed to be surprised that they couldn’t find seats on the stone concrete steppes. (The women in heels must have had a really hard time.) Arj and Eugene (two comics who appear on the show) opened. Eugene is hilarious.

The Conchords made us smile and laugh so much that our faces still hurt. In addition to all the old favorites, they played three new songs, including a lovely medieval number about wooing a lady that I desperately need a copy of now.

Denise then came up with the fantastic idea of pancakes, so we hit the local IHOP before hitting the sheets.

Today we’re about to have Thai Chicken Soup before we go gather jelly beans. Then we’re off to sushi with Matt, Melissa, and Jo.

Of course, it hasn’t all been a joy–we haven’t managed to sleep enough, my new can opener doesn’t work, not all of our loved ones could be with us, and I feel incredibly guilty that I said Brian To in the acknowledgments of the book when I meant to say Brian Wu (incredibly–I would say excessively, except that this guilt is too justified to be called excessive).

It’s been an interesting year–book group decided that this year needed to be better than the last one back in January, but it hasn’t exactly been going that way for most of us. I hit a really low spot a few months ago. Thank you to everyone who put up with me and who supported me. And thank you to the universe for friends and food and teacher award nominations and kind write ups and book events and best friends and brilliant children.

I recently watched Rachel Maddow’s interview with Rand Paul (available all over the web, so I won’t post a link). Paul, as I’m sure you know, has gotten a lot of press recently because his brand of libertarianism means that he thinks private businesses should be able to discriminate.

As Paul keeps saying, this does not mean that he thinks they SHOULD discriminate, but that the government shouldn’t be able to tell a private business owner how “he” should be able to run “his” business.

Much of the debate has centered on the racist implications of the remarks–but let’s give Paul the benefit of the doubt for the sake of my particular argument. Assuming he’s not actually supporting discrimination, what’s the problem with his argument? Or, what are the two that immediately leap to mind?

1. The government already gets to tell the business owner how to run his/her business in many ways. It gets to tell you about having safe exits in case of fire and that you have to operate within certain health codes and that you have to not abuse your staff in certain ways. Owners are also not supposed to cheat their customers. These regulations are accepted by everyone except those who want to violate the rights of their customers and employees for profit.

2. Paul’s main point is that the government should be regulated, but private businesses should not. That would be fine if the private businesses did not benefit at all from taxpayer funds, but they do. The taxes I pay provide the fire department, the police department, etc. My taxes mean that governmental agencies have to serve me and have to serve private businesses, even if the individuals who serve are racist. Additionally, it means that those members of the fire and police department who would not be allowed into a bigot’s business would have to respond, which is why overt bigotry in business just isn’t allowed.

(well, not everything, but many things)
The Insight interview went well–I managed to make the host laugh and when I unexpectedly sang, I was on key!
There’s an article coming out about the book in The Sacramento Bee on Monday. It will probably contain the worst joke I’ve ever written, but I think I’ll survive.
My best friend is flying in in a few days–I haven’t seen her since December 2008, when we signed a book contract with McFarland–now we’ll be doing a book talk and signing together.
This afternoon, I’m giving a short presentation on Teaching with The Simpsons for the faculty mentoring program.
I got to ask Maxine Hong Kingston questions last Tuesday when I led a discussion of The Woman
Warrior for the Roseville Public Library.
However, the best news is that I will be staying in Davis next year & I WILL have a job!

I’m sure you’re all aware that The Simpsons in the Classroom: Embiggening the Wisdom of Springfield has been out for a month now. Denise has had a few write ups, a radio interview, and an “evening”! I’ll be on “Insight” on our local NPR station on Tuesday (you can listen live or stream it later). I may also get a write up in the Sacramento Bee. My beloved co-author will be flying out to join me for a book launch at Bistro 33 in Davis, May 26, 7-8:30. I hope you’ll come join us!

I also learned that the UC Davis bookstore has a copy of the book, so I’ll be off to see myself on the shelf sometime this week.

How does it all feel? Surreal . . .

is here: http://www.matchflick.com/column/2165