So somehow I neglected to commemorate in full splendour my five-year bloggiversary which was sometime last week, as like Friday as not. As you might be able to tell, I’ve been doing my best summer to resume my daily pace now that the usual excuse of not having consistent access is gone. I won’t bother now to revisit in detail where I was at five years ago–such exercises are moot at such an intermediate distance. More sobering, perhaps, is that this is the year of my tenth high school graduation anniversary, or somesuch. I be getting old.

Today was a leisurely morning with Mark as he made coffee for me and the fungus gnats and we browsed various titanium rings and their associated diamonds from past and present and then my new routine of morning calisthenics before digging up call the CST books which I’ve been leaving by the bed|wayside in order to try and make some headway this week. Making my way to Rob Chin’s for some carne guisada y pernil was the right taken, as somehow on that blacktop roof of his I managed to make some progress on how I way join that faux-cult. In particular, I think that the ways in which this will help what I’m trying to write about (social justice curriculum and course for Latino immigrant students and Spanish speakers) is to re-envision discourse in terms of limits and forms rather than the process of production. That is, looking at “what can be said” in the context of such an academic course, as opposed to affinity grouping or somesuch; looking then further at the notion of the “archive” as a methodological question: how will this ed research be conducted, while keeping in mind the injunction to ever pluralize–to see discourses, discontinuities, and resistances. The irony in all of this might be the ways in which social justice curriculum seeks to convert an informal set of practices into a more scientific or rationalized process–just add the water of our discontent? So maybe not that much progress, but at least I’m working on it.

The GC, meanwhile, is surprisingly hopping during the summer, or at least the library is as most of the faculty is on vacation and no one has summer classes. I’m rewired here and will be glad to use this as a bonus office, even though I will need to deal with MS Office 2007.

So it’s now spring break and I should give some small update as to what it is what I’ve been up to.

The conference went off rather well, all things considered, without much of a hitch, to rave reviews and people were generally quite pleased, with a promise of a future reprise. This is encouraging, the more so because it makes me almost care about graduate school again.

Despite my embarassing, hyper-aggressive behavior, travel schedules that don’t quite synch up, and just general business, things with Mark and I are going smashingly well.

Less promising is my typical spring-break project, which this year is tearing up the carpet in the living room and working on the floors underneath. Tricky, that, and I’ve been buying more power tools than any faggot really needs. No drum sander, though.

Anyway, here’s your Asianboi roundup

AllRick is back on the market.
EnDee is safely home.
HoEn has found hope in dating.
RoChi is back in Cali, Culver City, at that.