It’s tem-festuous weather here in DC, with a nip of winter in the wind. An excellent day for an academic event & some meditation on storms.
My talk yokes together a new production of The Tempest in San Francisco, an ancient epic about the nature of the universe, a poem written in French in 1955, and some final attention to fathers and daughters.
I’m looking forward to it. 
I hope the TemFest went well! I almost said “swimmingly” but thought better of it. Now that we are nearly at the end of the semester, I’ve been reflecting particularly on the image from the 18th century publication of The Tempest we spent so much time with a few months ago. It definitely feels like we are the midst of the storm right now, tossed upon the waters, and beset by demons.
Looking at the image above, I am feeling some comfort in thinking about December 16 when the waters will be a little more inviting. Although… on closer examination, those waves still look pretty big. Maybe even when the demons are gone, the waters are never quite calm.