I have done so much writing this quarter (at least 25,000 words) that the marginal effort required for me to sustain a blog is suddenly dwarfed into insignificance. And perhaps this is a good way for me to maintain my writing standard, because I’ll probably never be taking any future classes under Scott Herndon — unless, of course, I end up in his class again for PWR-2.

Then again, it feels nice to be able to blog again. You can call it escapism, in a way. Unlike in reality, here on this blank canvas I have the marvellous ability to create, to craft, to vandalize, to destroy; and every time round I end up with a new, equally blank canvas again. This may be, in some sense, a momentary alleviation from Newton’s third law: regardless of how hard I pummel this blog over and over again, it is unlikely that it will strike back at me with equal force. I treasure these daily pristine canvases that I have to paint on, and I should probably make full use of them.

Spring has finally arrived. Perhaps as a kind of loosely timed prelude to that, the Spring Quarter is also coming. But academics aside, I must say that spring is a wonderful season. It has brought with it an inexhaustible amount of brilliant sunshine, carpets of blooming flowers amidst luscious fields of green, and flocks of senselessly cheerful birds that perennially seem to be chirping. Carol, you’re right: sometimes when they chirp too much — incessantly — I do get a sudden urge to throw a book at them.