The kids are home since it’s school holidays so I’ve had two surprisingly productive days with the kids. Productive in that family sort of way, having things to do, getting help with some jobs around the house, seeing a film together, some time at a cafe, getting the household shopping done and so on. Those days where you have to turn your day into just being a parent and so all you’re doing is cleaning, tidying, planning dinner at lunch time, and ferrying friends to and fro. This is good, and the only reason it ever gets hard is if you think this is not what you’ll be doing all day. I find it is a mind swap sort of thing, and one that often confuses the bejesus out of me as I try to flip from ‘work’ to ‘full time dad’. Each requires different emotional registers (or something) and as a full time academic work obviously does not end at 5pm on the desk in the office but trails behind and ahead of you all the time, so to be with my kids and present for them I find that work stuff has to be not nudged aside but completely shoved, locked and kicked somewhere else. It’s easy if there are blocks of time, this week harder as today, three days in, I’m presenting at an international conference and am desperately putting together the presentation.
So I’m in the office, and since my desk is of course a cluttered mess of memos, paperclips, things that should have been read last week, pens, cables, dust, trays and what not I have appropriated the studio’s conference table for the day. Yet another thing I have only recently really owned up to. My day to day desk is messy, it is how I work. But when I have to write, write properly, a large clean desk is a necessity. So I guess I actually need two desks, one for the day to day work stuff (the administration desk) and then another one where I rather pompously write. Though Laurene is the same, and I have no doubt this is also the case for many others. So, I’ve got quiet, the heater is on (outside is a Melbourne misery) and I’m pulling together the key ideas from my abstract. This is surprisingly pleasing as I have just revisited a presentation from last year on the affective atlas and realised that this is very relevant and can be easily used here. And that the earlier symposium presentation forms an excellent outline for an essay which I will begin shortly as the preliminary work for the current conference paper to become an essay. This feels a bit like repetition, however both essays are for different academic communities, but it is also my belatedly recognising that these ideas of mine are worth saying, and if they’re worth saying then they are also worth repeating (and that repeating them is how they not only get more solid but also disseminated).
I like having a large clear desk. I like writing as thinking out ideas. It gets the cells ticking off and I find it easy developing the presentation, dropping into the blog, riffing back into new ideas. It is a productive day. Friday is the zoo with the family for C’s second birthday. Now that she knows what an elephant looks like (and the giraffe, gorilla, penguin – you get the picture) it is going to be a ripper.
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Lifes Little Pieces,
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