those goddamned writerly to do's

Music: Sigur Ros: Takk (2005)

What else but Sigur Ros on a Sunday morning? Ah, I slept better last night, but still got too hot. Memory foam is comfy but hot. So today I have to pick up a mattress pad to contend with my hotness.

I have a ton of photos to upload for my visits and all my good peeps, and hopefully I can use this fine Sunday to uploading them. Until then, I thought I'd blog to organize my brain and share with you my overly ambitious summer writing plans for the next four weeks, in order of doingness:

• Finish revisions on "Gimme Some Tongue" short essay.
  
• Finish revising "On (Tolerating) Queer Theory" for IHE.
  
• Outline and draft "The Ecstasy of Drives: Toward a Psychoanalysis of Music" and send to co-author, Mirko
  
• Outline and draft "Yet Another Rhetoric of Music" (based on my class experience)
  
• Add my part to "There's Something (Else) About Mary: Alchemy and the Da Vinci Code" and send back to Tom
  
• Finish draft of "Staging the State of Exception: Spielberg's War of the Worlds"
  

Gee, I know I'm not going to get all of this done. My will is stronger than my follow-through-ness, though I think I will probably outline the "Ecstasy of Drives" essay today. Mirko and I have been working on this for three years--mostly in the talking stages. The idea is to take some of what Mirko is already written on the drives, slap an example on it and frame it up (I'm slapping and framing). While I was in a bar in Baton Rouge, I finally figured out what the hell our exemplar would be: the i-pod advertising campaign. Why? Well, that campaign is a visual representation of the invocatory drive: it's all about music pulsating around the ear and causing the body to remove. As Mirko told me on the phone, it's a perfect illustration of the relationship of "the gadget" to drive theory as well: the ear-pod is inserted directly into the orifice. Yup: we're talking about ear-fucking here. I was telling Barry last night about the project, and I came up with a better, alternative title: "Stick it In Your Ear: Toward a Psychoanalysis of Music." Let's see if Mirko will go for that.

Ok, breakfast, a bath, outlining, and then back to the mall for a mattress pad. Yay Sunday!