It is the eve of the semester, although classes don’t start for another week. Tomorrow begins what has been newly named Kickoff Week, a change from Work Week, which became politically incorrect since the name suggested that nobody has been working all summer. The perception by staff is that faculty have been lounging all summer (yeah right), and Work Week doesn't acknowledge that every week is a work week for staff. And so, on this eve of kicking off, I have nary a thought about my intentions for the upcoming teaching semester, and what I'm kicking off to, but rather I have a greater sense of what I'm kicking off from.
And on this eve of Kickoff Week, my writing is where I land.
Listening to David Bowie's Best of Bowie and Moby's Destroyed