You will have noticed (if you haven't given up on me altogether) that things have been very quiet here.
I have been slogging through the toughest semester of my academic life. I'm including in this consideration all 26 of the years I was a student and each and every one of my pre-tenure freak-out semesters here. When people ask how I'm doing, I've taken to replying that my job is trying to kill me, and I'm only joking a little when I say it (because I don't believe that my job itself actually has intentions).
I'm hopeful that things will get better, but honestly, it's hard to know. The increased workload doesn't show much sign of receding (because, you know, the state of California is still broke, so public employees should just be thrilled to have jobs rather than agitating for more resources, or for job demands that might allow them to sleep occasionally or spend a weekend day with their kids).
What I do know is that cutting out the blogging to try to stay on top of the work is not working for me. It feels like, for me, the blogging is a crucial mechanism for reflection. Without it, I feel like I don't have a sense of what I'm really accomplishing, or of why it matters, or of who I am as I'm hurtling though it. I feel stuck in my head in a tangle of chaos, and that's not making my stupid workload any easier to live through.
All of which is to say, I do not know when my blogging will "get back to normal" as far as the longer pieces on science and ethics that I used to write before work ate my brain, but I will be writing something here regularly, because it's the only way I know to survive this.