I've thought about blogging for a long time. Why start now? Partly because I miss writing in the essay form. Partly because I'm going to be teaching writing again, and although I probably won't use this during my first semester, I'd like to experiment with this medium as a drafting/free-writing/workshopping tool.
And partly because, frankly, I'm tired. And I'm hoping that writing will allow me to condense my exhaustion and frustration and pain in a productive form.
The title of this blog comes from the subject line of a series of emails I sent to a friend during seven months working for a small law firm. Neither my own due diligence nor the investigations of others on my behalf had revealed certain truths about my employers prior to my accepting their offer of employment (and quitting a job, and eating a lease, and moving 300+ miles). As I learned these truths first hand, my initial response was to doubt myself: was I being unrealistic? too scrupulous? did all small firms operate this way? Once I was reassured that the problem was them and not me, and once I determined that I had to extricate myself from the job ASAP, I still had to cope with the day-to-day reality of spending ten hours a day in an alternate universe, which I thought of as Cloudcuckooland, pace Aristophanes. Hence the emails, and their subject line.
This blog is not about my seven months at that firm. Suffice it to say that a month after I left, the firm folded and the partners split up.
So what is this blog about? All my life I've been an observer, from what can only be described as a queer angle. I also love language, and I adore studying systems. Yes, I'm a geek. Pretty much anything is fair game here, but I expect to focus on gender and sexuality and law and culture. I might even take requests.
