it was raining this morning on my way into CUL and absolutely freeeeezing in the reading room and i was fed up by the time i'd got about 1/3 through my third MS so i promised myself if i finished that one up i could go and get champagne tea at fitzbillies đ and i did đ it was raining when i walked over from the library as well but by the time i'd finished my lovely tray it had cleared up and was nice enough by the time i got back that i've been sat in my little garden finally doing some photo sorting from the last span of days.
my advisor and her family got in yesterday and we've arranged to have dinner in college wed eve, plus i'll have a coffee with her thurs am before my appointment at the wren for a proper catch-up. she's not read my chapter yet which is..........fine i'm sure it'll all be grand. only i remain so dissatisfied with how that conference paper went that i really want to get it right in the chapter. i do have my One Big Piece Of News, which i've been holding off telling her till i can see her in person.
and meanwhile amidst the rest i've been picking away, lackadaisically but more or less continuously, at comps reading, mostly for cj. i woke up to an email from them saying "i don't know what to do with steedman or bachelard, they're really not my thing" and the truth is i don't really get steedman either but i genuinely only put bachelard on their because i was trying to please them 𼲠anyway 𼲠as i shared by way of reply i have gone totally off-piste and been reading martha nussbaum's FROM DISGUST TO HUMANITY because that zeb tortorici article is still bugging me and i can't totally articulate why, beyond the fact that early modernists really need to Get it together in re. the commonality and not-that-disgusting-ness of sucking pus out of sores, it's literally like half of catherine of siena's entire diet.
