1) Transcript from Duke finally extricated from Duke-Registrar's-Office Hell. Let this be a lesson to you, other study-abroad people: get your transcript as soon as possible. (On the plus side, I did really well.)2) Stuff for tomorrow doesn't need to be nearly as polished as I thought. Still want it to be as polished as possible (it'll make the ( Read more... )

I have a cell phone again! The number is the same as always, but if you've forgotten or never got it, you can get it from me on request or from Facebook.

Ah, rejoining the connected world. It may be a few days before I remember to carry it places.

I understand why Teach For America wants to make their application process difficult and recruit the best people they can, but it doesn't make revising my résumé any more fun, especially when I'm behind on my thesis.

Here's what I spent almost three hours doing tonight as getting-things-done therapy:


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I dug out my tape recorder this evening because I'd hoped to use it in connection with Beary1 for the "teddy bear confessional" problem-solving method (similar to this, but with a cuddlier interface), while I'm working on various possible structures for thesis. I'd hoped there would be a tape in the recorder, and there was-- but I didn't expect it ( Read more... )

Jesus fucking christ, she's terrifying.

Games I am not going to play this year:

• I Have More Work Than You,
• I Have Eaten Less Than You,
• I Survive on Less Sleep Than You,
• I Am Closer to Overdosing on Caffeine Than You,
• and everybody's favorite, My Thesis Is Harder Than Yours.

I invite you all to join me in a delightful year of non-gaming.1

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My dearest iheartpompey just handed me this note across our thesis desk:

"μεν τα εργα εστι μακρα,
δε το σιτον εστι μικρον.
αλλ᾽ εἶ αριστη ἀεί, μαλλον η ὑδριον."

Which more or less means:

"While the work is great,
the food is small.
But you are always the best, more so than water."

I squee'd.1 There's true nerd love after all.

1: Silently. This is the ( Read more... )

This Friday/Saturday/Sunday Unit I:
• had the fucking awesomest first thesis meeting there ever was.1
• finally took care of all the submitting-materials-to-recommenders business at hand
• made a ceiling-fan-based permanent cat mesmerizer (with the aid of xwrn• hung out at Backspace and R Palate with excellent people, with whom I also consumed ( Read more... )

When I first came home to Portland in July, I was apprehensive of starting to ride my bicycle again. I hadn't been on a bike in seven months-- excepting a day in Lucca and a night and a day in Ravenna, and those weren't exactly on busy streets-- and I thought I'd be out of shape, uncomfortable, unsteady. After all, relearning to ride a bike my ( Read more... )