flow

yesterday i got through a sustained period sleep deprivation (temporary, fortunately) when i turned in a chunky lit review for a class on research in teaching. at one point the other night, i reached this strange, maybe metaphysical moment where i wasn't entirely aware of my body and limbs; keen sensation around my head though. my hands were floating across the paper putting words down and felt disconnected from the rest of me (yes, i often still work on paper first. i'm so old-fashioned i know, but i haven't yet learned to actually type, let alone the 500 words per minute melissa does, so if i want to keep up with my thoughts, it usually means going slow by doing things twice. totally inefficient but what the hell). a lot of what i wrote wasn't usable for the semi-scholarly work i was shooting for but i was digging the whole flow experience....
...only statistics remains to be hurdled before the semester is over, and who doesn't love stats.?

I'm in there like swimwear

Brain At Work

I found this picture of my brain at work the other day. Helps me understand what's going on as I try to squeeze some life out of it. I don't anticipate I'll be posting until my semester ends in two weeks, at which point I will emerge from my hole and dance like a madman.