I'd never really realized how many Yale books I had. But I worked on at least 50 books a year for four years in ms. ed., so that does add up. And goddamn, we made some beautiful books. Looking through them tonight, I was really struck by how lucky I was to work there. Bookmaking like that is exceedingly rare these days--and I'm not applauding myself here, because I dealt w/ reprints, paperback conversions, and copubs, so most of the work was already done by the time projects came to me.
I don't get copies of the books I work on here. That's a minor thing, but it still sucks. :\
None of that is to say that I'm sorry I'm here. I get to do a lot more sorts of things, and already people are remarking on how well I can do things that I'm not supposed to know about. For that and a hundred other reasons, I'm still very very glad to be here, and I think I'll remain so.
But holy fuck, we made some beautiful books. ;)
ANYWAY. Enough of all that. I'm listening to ZZ fucking Top and digging the shit out of it. If you don't like the Top, you are RONG RONG RONG. I mean, listen to Billy Gibbons! He's God.
I'm going to Starkville sometime this wknd. I can't decide whether to go Saturday or Sunday. Probably Sunday, as I'd like to have a full day home alone, which I haven't had since the move.
I still have so many electronic things to catch up on. I need to edit pictures, answer emails, post to the public blog I promised folks in CT, blah blah blah. But right now I'm going to sleep.