Selling Sno-Cones at the Beach

two days of freedom

I love the feeling of an early Saturday morning, when two glorious days beckon, two days filled with nothing - no parties, no meetings, no classes. Not that I don't like parties - I just love the belief (erroneous, as it usually turns out) that the weekend is MINE, totally free of commitments.

Post-positivist geographers have already "proven" (what is proof?) that space is not a Euclidean container waiting to be filled with people or events. But they are still working on time and its annoying uni-directionality. Many of the readings in my seminar this term question the premise of History as a series of events leading just to this moment. I'm still working on this in my brain, though.

Theoretical controversies aside, the fillings for these particular days include:

1.Reading five long and complicated methodology articles and writing a short paper that summarizes the main points and evaluates them critically.
2.Writing a draft paper for my seminar that was due last Tuesday.
3.Reading a huge stack of seminar articles and websites, and leading a discussion on them on Friday.
4.Reading some articles assessing economic development tools.
5.Catching up on 3 weeks of French grammar and translation.
6.DOING OUR TAXES.

See? The container is already filled to overflowing and the day has barely begun. Which is worse: making a list, which clarifies that you have more to do than can possibly be done, and then being annoyed at your lack of achievement? Or NOT making a list, sauntering through the days, and panicking on Monday morning? I think I'll stick with the quiet desperation of the lists. It feels more grounded than denying reality for two days.

Oh, and also I'm going to reread Getting to Yes for my Construction class. When I find it - I looked yesterday but it wasn't where I expected it to be.