In the old days professors might tape brief notes on their office doors. Welcome to the future.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Monday morning, 8am, Spring Break in a college town. Me in my favorite coffee shop, sitting at the back, taking up a table meant for three, in the obtuse-angled corner between the window and the fireplace. Wi-fi no longer bogged down by unending updates of Facebook status and perusals of today's hottest YouTube clips. Exactly five days of writing ahead of me, and counting. Turn screen to maximum brightness.