Climbing up out of my hole
I feel like I write posts like this all the time, but it’s part of the process for me. I am just now coming out of a major depressive episode that started sometime in March, before I went to SXSW. I haven’t been able to do much writing since then, and I’ve been a bad friend and family member as well. I owe apologies to a bunch of folks that I should have been keeping in better touch with: Jess especially, but also some others in places like Australia and England. I’m not going to go on much more about all this, I have other places where I will do that. So instead I will fill y’all in on some of the major happenings that I haven’t reported. First, the tickets for my trip to Australia are bought. I will be there from January 15 to February 28, flying into Melbourne (which you have to pronounce Mel-burn or you’ll sound like a Gringo) and leaving from Sydney. We’ll be in Melbourne for about 2 weeks or so while Brian works on a research project on greater gliders, and then spending the rest of the time traveling. Not sure of the whole agenda yet, but we’ll be spending some time in Tasmania and the Great Barrier Reef. Which leads me to say that I’m much more sad about the fate of the Crocodile Hunter than I thought I would be. The guy was annoying and flamboyant, but you can’t argue that he was a genuine animal lover. And the conservation movement has lost an important player. The project that I have been spending the last 6 months or so working on launched to surprisingly good reviews, despite unprecedented amounts of stress. And we also just launched two new department sites, a program site, and a virtual tour. I’m still working on a retooling of this site to make it easier for me to add new animal themes. I still need to replace the skunk. I am thinking about going with an all Australian animal theme, if I can get things set up before I leave. I’m sure there’s more that I missed, like Brian getting tenure and other milestones that have passed in the last six months— I’ll just have to let those go an once again start over. If I owe you an email, I’m sorry, but I had to move everything to the archives to be able to face the inbox. I’m back on top of things now, so I should be a better correspondent.