A downside of the academic life is that it’s hard to make time for the things you enjoy watching, listening to, or reading. There seems to be always so much work-related reading and watching to catch up on (particularly in these times when research output seems to come out of a fire hose). When you’re at work the meetings and paper pushing take up all one’s hours. And so you lug the assignments home and open up your laptop in the quiet after-dinner hours for the unending catch-up. There is a space, though, where work cannot reach me…yet. It’s when my hands are tied to the steering wheel or my eyes need to focus on the pressure cooker and boiling milk. It’s a space that envelops me when I take that occasional walk and turn my ringer off. That’s when I am able to immerse myself in things that do one of several things: make me wonder and laugh, give me a small sense of understanding of this complex world, or allow me to escape into the stories of lives so unlike my own that I cannot ...
making sense of the everyday