Do I even remember last night anymore?

Not in *that* way. Just in an, "oh, i'm exhausted and still have reading to do and yet, oh, look, here are these meyer lemons sitting on the counter let's make a lemon tart!" kind of way. Reading, and a meyer lemon tart, and a chat with a friend: all of these things were (partially) accomplished. Still more reading to do today...

It's been a while since I worked on the Chapter. Have been focusing on grading, prepping, and reading instead. But I'm reading Andrew Pickering (The Mangle of Practice) now for my grad seminar, and I am struck by the focus on "practice" and how much it lines up with my own sense of the use of print/script/speech in the early modern world. A sense of what each medium was capable of, what it should do, only emerged in practice, and was subject to constant renegotiation.

Much like tart crusts. Mine was breaking up last night when I rolled it out the first time. So I pounded it back together and rolled it out again. I'm afraid it will be a bit tough (waiting till tonight to cut into the tart). Oh, well. There are two more lemons on the counter.