The beard -- which is rather sizable now -- may be coming off soon. I am told I really can't go to Italy looking like a lumberjack. Or can I? I'm torn between looking somewhat professional in a European setting and telling my snobby peers -- who patronizingly suggested I might want to shave it -- to kiss my ass ( Read more... )

Spent most of the weekend reading and doing prep for next week's Greek seminar, as I have to present on the Erechtheion. Tomorrow's a holiday -- which allows me to be up this late on a Sunday night without necessarily having to labor over something academic.

( A topic that you probably never expected to see me write about. )

After two and a half goddamned years in Seattle, you'd think I would have enough sense to not wear my Chucks on a rainy day.

And in other news: GEWURZTRAMINER.

That is all.

Having a bit of an existential crisis. I'm not going to write much more than that, because it is 2am and I know that I'd most likely be horrified tomorrow by anything that I might write at the moment. Seriously fatigued and questioning if I am headed in the best direction. More later.

You know, there are few things quite as shattering for the ego as a passport photo. I just had mine taken today and I am completely and utterly horrified. While I'm aware that the camera adds ten pounds, I'm not quite so sure about it making you look like a red-faced Michelin Man having an allergic reaction to eating scallops ( Read more... )

Haven't written much because there hasn't been much to say. This past weekend wasn't too terribly bad -- did some reading, and went out with some non-art history friends for sushi Sunday night (Tyson and Leigh, to be exact, thanks for the introduction, martinhesselius). Amusingly, the whole group consisted of larpers, and half the conversation over sashimi was ( Read more... )

"This one time, at Sith camp, I stuck a lightsaber in my master."

I discovered Underworld was on earlier this evening, and I'm not sure what it is, but anytime I see it I feel compelled to stop everything that I'm doing and watch it. Beyond Kate Beckinsale in pleather. I'd try to offer some sensible excuse for this, but there really isn't. It's like eating a bag of pixie sticks. Absolutely no redeeming value ( Read more... )

Later today I get this passport thing nailed down. It will drive me mad otherwise. I wonder if I can squeeze a trip to Missouri in before I go, maybe during finals week, since I don't take finals, and it'll still allow me spring break to get things together.

No, I don't need a passport to go to Missouri. I might need a visa, though.


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There was a guy standing on the quad today offering free hugs. I told him that I subscribed to Sith philosophy and that my rage made me strong ( Read more... )