Yikes!

It's just day two of my new work schedule and I'm already a bit overwhelmed... I just finished my notes for discussion of Howard Cruse's wonderful graphic novel Stuck Rubber Baby, which I'm teaching at Berkeley later this afternoon. But I need to finish reading Joe Sacco's Palestine as well, to prepare for tomorrow's discussion. Meanwhile, I'm providing a general historical/conceptual introduction to critical theory and then also lecturing on Oscar Wilde's "Soul of Man Under Socialism" tomorrow morning. I've taught that stuff so many times, I love the Wilde so fervently, even its flaws are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in, but you'd be surprised at how much changes each time I teach these pieces, really, it's not something you can do -- or at any rate it's not something I can do -- on autopilot. And it's hard to see when I'll have time to work up the notes for the Sacco lecture later that day at Cal, since I'll be lecturing on the other side of the Bay about the time I'd ideally be setting about putting my thoughts in order for the later lecture. Maybe on the train commuting between gigs, I suppose? Presumably, I'll be re-reading and preparing notes Thursday morning for teaching Guibert, Lefevre, and Lemercier's The Photographer later that day (an incredible centaur work, art and strings of photography grafted into a graphic narrative memoir and memorial, too, really), oy! It's feeling like a bit too much at the moment...