Planes Are Made For Sleeping, Not Classes

Good news (for now!) My Summer course was approved, and so pending various approval steps and enrollment, I'll be teaching "Social Change, Democracy, and Dictatorship", meaning (1) I'll have to put together a syllabus (which works out doubly-nice since I need sample syllabi for my teaching portfolio) and (2) I'll be making money, which means I'll be able to eat this Summer. Though, if I end up blowing my savings on just trying to get to Brazil this June, who knows if there'll be enough of me left to feed.

Of course, all of this means I'm going to have to essentially condense a semester's worth of material into two months, spread out over three, 3-hour classes a week (or five, 1-and-a-half hour classes, or whatever bad math you can come up). In any case, it'll be all democracy, all the time for me and at least 10 students. Hopefully there'll be some inspiring and motivating going on.

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I'm in Houston, getting some use out of the $8 I paid for internet access for the day up on Detroit. After not having slept at all Monday night, and hardly sleeping at all last night, I've been sleeping on my flights. As is typical of me and moving vehicles which I'm not driving, as soon as I sit down -- and as soon as I figure out that no one will have to cross over me to get to their seat -- I'm out like a light, or whatever metaphor about falling asleep quickly you'd like to use. I think I might stay awake for this last leg, if only to be able to sleep at a reasonable hour when I get to San Dimas, though I wouldn't bet on it, or take the points.