Taking a vacation
I registered Seeworthy on June 20th of 2004, shortly after I finished my sophomore year in college. It was the first summer that Blogathon took off, same-sex marriage had just been legalized in Massachusetts, and another Democrat was running for the presidency. I mention this because it still seems like I’ve only been babbling here at Seeworthy for a few months, but it’s been a few years already.
I suppose it’s time for me to face it; I don’t have much to say right now, or at least, much new to say. Maybe that’s the pressure that comes with a rise in readers, and as I’ve seen the visitors here go from the dozens to the hundreds to occasionally thousands, I’ve felt increasingly pressured to be brilliant and new! While at the same time worrying about my own career and privacy. My plans for the future are very different now than they were in 2004; back then, I was planning to maybe translate the poetry of Zinaida Gippius, or just become a world-famous poet and novelist myself. Now… well, I guess I’ve gone the academic route, which - while fulfilling - has made me a little paranoid about what I write here (will my students read it? my advisers? future employers? my neurotic family?). For the past few months I’ve been wondering what would win out - my desire to interact with my awesome readers and the other great bloggers I’ve come to admire, or my impulse to retreat and, maybe, reclaim a little privacy?
So, obviously, I’m doing the retreating thing, at least for now. Seeworthy will remain up indefinitely, of course - I’m in no rush to take down everything, and maybe eventually I’ll pop back here and start posting again (hey, Loobylu did it). I’ve still got some pretty sweet projects in the works, though, so while Seeworthy is going quiet, I’ll be piping up elsewhere online. No worries, kiddos - you’re not entirely rid of me yet.
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The criticisms of my students would serve as a good warning to visitors of Seeworthy: she talks too fast, she's too hard on us, she assigns too much work, and you have to be a dyke to get a good grade.
In other words, I'm a big, fat, queer, feminist meanie, and I am totally out to get you. Graaagh!
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