I submitted some homework for my web design class. Basically, in this class we just work through the book, doing assignments and sending them in. Then, presumably, we get a response to them. There’s also a lively discussion group — much livelier than the discussion for the class that I taught. We are required to post five times a week. The sheer volume of required posting increases the chances that we’ll have something to say to someone, I guess.

We have an over-achieving kind of guy who talks a lot and starts, “Hey, everybody! What kind of computers are we all using?” kinds of discussions with the “Let’s put on a play in the barn!” enthusiasm that it takes to get those discussions going. Maybe I need one of those.

In my face-to-face class, the students turn in their assignments and I give feedback. We also have class discussions and active stuff to do in the classroom. They turned in their second papers yesterday, and practically everyone wrote an A paper. I’m really proud of them. The five day a week schedule is harder for me, but I was afraid that it would be too hard for them, and actually it may be that it’s keeping them on track better.

Yesterday before class and after the gym I met with La Bella. I’m teaching during Book Club now, so she was kind enough to meet with me at another time so we could discuss the book, An Ocean in Ohio. I hadn’t liked the book, because it was so dismal and depressing. La Bella very sensibly pointed out that having an alcoholic mother who deserted the family might in fact be dismal and depressing.

I like fiction to be cheerful. We have to read nonfiction to be informed, and a lot of it is pretty dismal. Why shouldn’t fiction offer a ray of hope?

After class, I visited with a client who has switched from professional hosting to a do-it-yourself platform. She got to keep her well-designed homepage, so that’s something, but she’s having a rough time with the DIY. I’m going to give her a hand, but she’s a Dark Art Lite client, so I really don’t have enough billable hours to take care of it for her.

On to the computer, where I looked after my Aussies, and my new clients. The new clients also need and want more than they’re prepared to pay for. This video kept coming to my mind.

In the midst of that, I had a message from the CEO of one of the design firms I work for — I think I gave them the nickname “Allbright” in an earlier post — asking whether I’d be willing to help him with developing web marketing strategy for their new clients.

Easy question to answer, that one.

I also had an order for another 16 fresh, hot blog posts for one of my oldest clients.

Those things scheduled and the Dark Art stuff done, I moved on to grading papers.

And now we have a new day. Back to the salt mines.