I spent the weekend in Minneapolis, attending the AASL conference and eating a lot of food. I have so much I want to say about various speakers and sessions that I attended that I scarcely know where to begin.
But for now, I want to lament the fact that grad school grades cannot be tied to the cleverness of the puns and engorged metaphors of paper titles and conceptual framework. Because I just spent the greater part of my last paper deciding whether to call it “Meta-meta,” “Meta-in-meta,” or “Meta Text in Meta Text: A baclava of literature.” Or a Neapolitan. In any case, thin, almost combined layers of meaning and text and voice. Yadda yadda. So much more fun than the actual deconstruction of the text using evidence and rhetoric.