I’ve been running around like a harpy with its head cut off for at least a week, and I’ll try to sustain that for at least another week, and probably all they way through Thanksgiving, which seems simultaneously light years away and practically tomorrow.
It’s job- and post-doc-application season. Since late last month, I’ve sent out 12 bloated application packages, and I’ve got at least another 12 to work on. For the moment, I’m trying to ignore the odds that I know are stacked against me and just get shit done.
It’s grading season. I have a stack of nearly 40 papers that want my attention.
It’s also turn-a-dissertation-chapter-into-an-article season, and run-an experimental-pedagogy-workshop-for-a-bunch-of-strangers-no-pressure! season.
For the moment, I’m keeping it together LIKE A BOSS (or at least LIKE A BOSS’S ADEPT PERSONAL ASSISTANT), but I’ve noticed that I’m developing a hump over my left shoulder. Part of how I’m keeping it together is with regular internal application of ethyl alcohol, in the form of A Beer After Dinner. Another part is my soundtrack. NPR is not going to cut it right now (and if I hear any more ignorant shit about Penn State, I’m going to explode). Neither is mope-rock, singer-songwriter stuff, or jaunty American Songbook classics, all of which I like at times. I need POP, preferably ’80s pop with a dose of synth, like our friend George up there. If I’m cleaning house, it’s The Mamas and The Papas and other folkies (a legacy from MamaDork), but I want it nice and fluffy when I’m pushing paper.
I usually don’t listen to music while I’m writing, so I’m leery of distractions. I want something light yet propulsive, but not too intrusive. It may not be great music, but it helps me do great stuff. Or stuff that is in great need of doing. After George, I’ll be heading down Pat Benatar highways and up Erasure lanes.
So, my busy bees, today’s FFT is about the music you use to help you Take Care of Business. No shame, no snobbery here. What’s on your iPod, stereo, or Spotify playlist when it’s time for you to be a BAMF?