I am currently avoiding doing dishes while waiting for students to email me. Why am I sitting up at 10:30pm on a Wednesday night waiting for these students? Probably because I am a sucker, but also because there are times at which I had late-night questions and just wished my professor was around. Therefore, I wait. I told them I would wait until 11pm. So far, I have responded to 10 emails. I’m trying to be one of those accessible and overly helpful teachers. I’ll let you know how that works out.
In other news, wait a sec…I don’t have any. I’m trying to think of tales from work to share, but I’ve got nadda. No weird bathroom incidents, no acts of ostensible morality, no lessons gone particularly awry. Although, today I was introduced (via a presentation) to Joel-Peter Witkin.
I do not think I *get* some forms of art. A lot of his work is done with corpses. So, upon first glance, it looks like the person is alive, but really no. Apparently, he has been known to sew bodies together and such to create his art. I’m unsettled, but I cannot look away. Is this art? I do not know, but there is a certain appealing shock value in seeing images of death trust before us so pointedly, as the presenters indicated. Just thought I’d share. You’re welcome? 
Next time: something a little less unsettling…
