Thursday, October 27, 2016
I keep a spreadsheet of completed projects, in part to help me plan how much time to budget for a writing project, so this is a question to which I know the answer. Between thirty and forty thousand published words a year, I told him. The equivalent of a 120 page book each year for almost the past decade.
I don't think he expected an actual number in response and I must admit that when I think about it in that way (which I generally don't), it's a lot of writing. On the other hand, at roughly 650 words a week, it seems like not very much. Which I suppose is a testament to my mother's advice about large projects: "How do you eat an elephant?" she would ask. "One bite at a time," we'd moan in response.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
While I was away, I finished and submitted one essay, and dug into the writing of a second. I didn't make any progress on the book (though I had brought it — or rather its Scrivener instantiation — along), but that was hardly a surprise, the trip was pretty packed.
So what does this portable academic require?
- iPad with research notes and writing app
- reading glasses
That's it. No laptop. Wi-fi can be nice, but not always necessary. Same for a thermos of hot tea. It all fits in a small bag (even the thermos of hot tea).
Despite this, there are moments when I imagine being some sort of Victorian professor, with a full office that gets ported about. Chairs and desks. Silver inkpots. A tea tray. A butler who brings the tea tray.
Posted by Michelle at 9:52 PM
I started drafting this post last week, but in dribs and drabs as I tended to other obligations (make-up lectures, department meetings, letters of recommendation...). I finally finished it on Sunday afternoon, but it refused to format nicely and dinner was nearly ready. No matter, I thought, I'll just save it and figure it out later.
Clearly, I'd left it parked in a browser window too long. When I opened it up this morning to finish, it was all gone but those first lines. Towed away into the sea of data.
Posted by Michelle at 10:07 AM
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
My students, and my two colleagues spent two days in Kyoto last week, staying at Shunko-in, a temple cloister in Myoshin-ji, a large temple complex. We did some meditation training with the vice-abbot there, Rev. Taka Kawakami, but also visited with Thomas Yuho Kirchner, a Zen monk, at Tenryu-ji, a 14th century Zen training monastery (that is still active) set in a gorgeous garden.
Thomas gave us a tour of the old monastery (the training monastery has moved to a quieter spot on the grounds, there can be 20,000 visitors in a single day to the UNESCO World Heritage gardens next to the zen-do!) Monks in training lived, ate and meditated all in the same spot in the zen-do. Everything they needed — from bedding to rice bowl — was kept there. No dividers between the beds, you rolled up in your futon at night, next to your snoring neighbor. If the monastery was full, the most junior monks might not even have a full tatami to themselves.
It reminded me of my 30-day retreat, walking down the hallway of the (now torn down) building at Eastern Point at 3 am, listening to the snores of other retreatants, with just a drawer and a shelf and a few hangers in my room to store things. And yet, I had space for all I needed (and perhaps a bit more). Now I'm thinking about my study at home, where books and papers from projects completed and in progress are stacked on a table, and piled on the floor. The clutter is not just literal, but metaphorical, my days too stuffed right now with project to take a couple of days out and tidy.
Sitting in a monastic cell, mine or not, always leaves me reflecting about spaciousness in my life, time and space colliding.
To read more about my students' adventures: http://contemplative360.blogs.brynmawr.edu/2016/10/03/the-zen-of-sitting/
Posted by Michelle at 4:21 AM