That’s the number of unread blog posts in my little rss feed on Safari. Yes, I have been neglecting the internet for other things. I’m thinking I need to get rid of some rss feeds and just go back to reading my friends. But enough on that.

So here we are in 2007 and I haven’t been showing you, dear readers, any love. No top-10 lists, no raging at the NYTimes‘ asinine series of articles about Jews who like Christmas, no tales of the compliant dinner party on Christmas night (they all spontaneously cleaned up after dinner), no tale of our venture upstairs to the landlord’s dance party on New Year’s Eve, no clever comment on one of the best football games I’ve ever seen (yes, Boise State vs. Oklahoma and yes I rooted for Boise State just because), no lists of the books that have arrived through the mail or the music that’s arrived through the internet, no reuminations on the nature of the academic process. Indeed, for those of you with an rss reader, no number next this blog’s name at all.

Winter break was lovely but too painfully short. My parents were here for a week from the 20th to the 27th and I really, honestly took the time off. But on the 28th it was right back to work, frantically writing on the book ms. before vast quantities of other unfinished business could not be ignored. In the past week, I’ve commented on a pile of seminar papers and other papers, designed a new website using WebCT Vista (which looks like it was coded by monkeys but does have more useful features than WebCT CE, which itself was perhaps coded by goats but let you post .html files and format your own site) and started teaching again. For all my laments, it was great to be back in class with undergrads again (undergrads and graduate students each offer their own unique delights). Oh yes, here’s the syllabus.

I am, however, in the odd position of being two days into winter term and contemplating the need for a day off. In lieu of that, it’s nice to finally have my hands on and my ears into the Stars album that people have been talking about for a year.

Onward, winter term! I have come to slay enjoy you.