It’s the end of the semester. Lots of deadlines for us both, with tons of extracurricular activity to boot. Consequently, we’re not having our annual Bad Art Christmas Party this year, which is too bad, because that party is a blast. Next year, it’ll be a blow-out: promise. There’ll be enough little Smokies and red velvet cake and velveeta spread and clown paintings for everyone!
I miss entertaining; it seems like lately we’ve been far too busy to keep up any sort of social schedule. And I do love a full social schedule! Maybe I’ll host an online Bad Art Christmas Party and everyone can post images that are truly atrocious and I’ll deck the virtual halls with kitschy Christmas clip-art. That might be fun. But nothing like projecting the elf dentist claymation film onto the garage wall by our patio decked out with Christmas lights and playing Elvis and records of the 1953 Southwestern Boys choir harmonizing rockin’ carols.
Today I’m going to MOCA again to buy the catalog so I can write a lengthy review of the Robert Smithson show, due tomorrow. Thursday brings another paper deadline, with my last one due a week from Wednesday. The week after: three final exams.
Dec. 16, we’re both finished. Then, we enter the blissful holiday break, where the life of an academic all seems worthwhile. Yessireebob. Six weeks vacation.
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