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If This is Grad Student Life...
At 47 pages (possibly more as I finish up bibliographical notes), the edits and final draft are at near completion; one more read-through and I'll be finished. However, I feel as if my mental state is addled. As I manually apply page numbers and scroll through for line spacing corrections, I'm listening to High School Musical (OH, NO NO NO, STICK ( Read more... ) -
Why Yes, He Doth Live
Forty-seven pages stand between me and my comparative sanity. Forty seven pages on the moral economy of food in mid-Victorian Britain, of books re-read, micro-films re-examined, whole pages taken out, re-written and replaced based on the comments of professor with whom I'm at mental fisticuffs with, feeling like the commentary he provides is half- ( Read more... ) -
Montages
At present I have some freshly made pickles sitting in the cupboard in my closet, as well as some skins I'm curing for sausage making. I'm slated to make cheese with one house-mate, and create a guide to foraging foods on campus with another. Tonight I boiled my sheets and clothing, RID-ed curtains and my scalp in fear that my itching has been the ( Read more... ) -
Warm Nights at the Library
I'm sitting here adding bibliographical details to some primary sources I'm working through -- British newspapers from 1851 detailing the opening of the Great Exhibition. It's a cool 70 outside, clear skies, with Feist's "1, 2, 3, 4" on heavy rotation in the background of my mind; it's been in my head since Saturday and doesn't seem to be leaving ( Read more... ) -
A Lazy Afternoon, In Two Steps
After heading to the Intelligentsia opening at Sunset Junction, I came home, made two quarts of raspberry-blackberry jam, and cupped 13 different varieties of coffee (a mix of Intelligentsia, Victrola, Stumptown, Groundworks, and Monmouth) and wrote 7 pages worth of tasting notes ( Read more... ) -
Departures
Tomorrow morning I leave for Los Angeles. I've been living in London, more or less uninterrupted for 11 months to the day. It did not hit me until today, perhaps, when I took my last drinking session at Flat White and chatted with Cameron about how he got into the business, or last night, when me, James, Fabio, Ash, Katie, The Germans, and Sam went ( Read more... ) -
Five Questions
Louis asked me:
1. Okay, I'll bite: how does one properly bribe government officials? Mostly, you wait for them to ask you for one, in a fashion much more straightforward than you'd expect; it's not like Casablanca, where everything seems all cloak and dagger. In Marrakesh, a "guide" (of the "here, come with me, I take you to where you want to go ( Read more... ) -
Fatah n' Food
So even though I'm bound for Lewisham to catch an ungodly train to Gatwick en route to Reykjavik, I'm still keeping in touch with the news. And this seems to be getting all the more freaky-deeky by the minute ( Read more... ) -
Bjorkish?
So to quell further rumors, yes, I am going to Iceland, staying in Reyjavik from Friday morning until Sunday afternoon. Tectonic plates, coffee bars, and the hipster hillbillies of the Nordic lands included. Bjork and Sigur Ros sightings not necessarily included, but from all told, they are played there. A lot.
