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And the worst part is that it is entirely my fault. I might rant about Professor Famous, but at least when he makes my day miserable, he's the person responsible. I have plausible deniability. I might be unhappy, but that's because I am a victim, not because I'm an idiot ( Read more... )

• Seeing policemen in Starbucks with bike helmets hanging at their belts.


• Seeing the mist just beginning to clear over the Berkeley hills as I bike to campus in the morning. The existence of the hills themselves is not visible yet, but the flashes of sunlight off the windows make sparkles in the drifting fog.


• My field methods class. Everything ( Read more... )

9:00: Field Methods
Yikes! I haven't had a chance to finish the reading for class. Hmm. It seems not to be a problem. C'mon, professor, are hyphens and three-letter name abbreviations really that important? Half the people don't even have middle names!

11: Section for Ling 100
Um. . . I still don't have a watch. Can someone lend me a watch? HOW ( Read more... )

As far as I can tell, it is perfect. There is a card on which to write my name and my office hours and tack up by the door, so undergradlets know that they've come to the right office. There is a desk, securely cemented to the wall with cobwebs, a chair, an extension cord that reaches to a rickety power strip that is plugged into an outlet, and ( Read more... )

I started watching it last night. It is amazing. I am agog. I am astonished. I am addicted. Netflix has all of season 1 on the instant viewing. And season 2. And season 3. Hiro is adorable.

He has gone away until Thursday for a training workshop in southern California, and I am on my own until then, when I fly down to join him. I helped him load up the car with luggage---both his and mine, which means I'll be able to walk onto the plane with a book and nothing else---and on my way back inside, I noticed that our garden looked ( Read more... )

First, I would like to discuss the wonders of coconut milk. See, I was making a pie the other day with lots of fresh berries, and Rombauer* recommended putting a bit of granulated tapioca in with the berries to absorb some of the moisture. So I bought a box of tapioca, but the recipe used only a few spoonfuls, and I needed to do something with the ( Read more... )

Daniel and I kept vigil by them all week:


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Do you know the story? A king (with three sons, of course), has a magic tree in his courtyard that every day flowers, buds, and grows one special apple, which ripens overnight and is ready to be eaten the next morning. But every night something comes and takes the apple, and so the king has his sons sit in the garden and keep watch to see what it ( Read more... )