Summer is notoriously a time to essentially veg out, a time where your mind is left to deteriorate as you’re left unconcerned. I hate taking people’s word for that – trashy ’summer’ books, for instance, really just irk me – and yet I find the enthusiasm for the online thought-pieces I once lauded (right in this here blog!) eluding me and I’m just more content hitting the random button at Dinosaur Comics and giggling away my nights.
However, that’s just internet and I’m more than happy to immerse myself in The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay which is so, so good and unlikely to be thrown in the ‘beach reads’ pile. Which is perhaps some consolation, but still I can’t place myself back in the academic context again. Ew, academia – I have no excitement for you. Perhaps the ’summerbrain’ as I’ve termed it is getting to me. Well hey, I guess I’ve got a month to sort that all out.
