The summer is about over. I've been back at Conception Abbey this week cleaning my office, preparing for another year of teaching. Today I saw some of the new students arriving on campus, cars packed with clothes and other dorm-life necessities. Next Tuesday, the 21st, I'll be back in the classroom for the new semester. It's the August Turn-around, when I shift out of summer mode.
I read a lot this summer, but nothing focused. I've got no new fall courses to prepare for--only re-runs that simply need some tweaking. I finished books on Thomas Jefferson (American Sphinx), the Civil War (The Longest Night), Caravaggio (Graham-Dixon's bio), a history of the Finns in Minnesota, the physical structure of the Internet (Tubes), Bell Labs (The Idea Factory), string theory (The Elegant Universe), and the history of Paris (Seven Ages of Paris). I also read a lot of spy novels, mostly by Daniel Silva, Alan Furst, and John Le Carre (The Karla Trilogy). Diversity--the way I like it.
No writing, though. I've still got that book percolating inside, but my only creative output this summer was in the form of paint, pastel, and graphite.
Oh, yes--I also went to Paris.
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