I woke up this morning intending to write a little bit and catch up on a pile of things to read on my desk. I accomplished neither thing, instead cleaning out my inbox (which is good as a bunch of things had been waiting) and dealing with an avalanche of administrativa (ditto, though today had a few special treats) — it seems that if you are in admin, the semester is beginning. Or at least it is for me. At least I appear to still be on pace for textual production, though I feel a certain tender precariousness setting in as the university awakens from its slumber. I think that’s a mixed metaphor.
Anyway, currently occupying my mind, apart from how best to explain compression for lay readers, is the fact that I have to write a short statement for an SCMS roundtable panel proposal on the future of sound studies. Now, I’m all for roundtables. They require less preparation than regular panels and they are usually great oppotunities to have smart people in conversation in a room. But I’m having trouble thinking about what it is I want for the future of sound studies. First, do I think it’s a field? No, not really. Second, do I think it should have a direction? No, because if people did what I told them to, then I’d probably be bored. (Not that there’s a chance of getting people to do what I tell them to.) Hmmmm. This kind of thing is supposed to be easy, right?
Tonight begins a week of no guests in the apartment, before Carrie’s dad arrives to begin the final wave. It might just be weird to have nobody sleeping in the music room. Right now, we’re off for some good Mexican food with a couple friends in from out of town. . .