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Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
feverish and really down today.it was a long week with the exam writing and the kiddies freaking out about their 5-page papers and my talk on friday. (it went well, thankfully.)
i'm out of coffee and i don't even have enough money to buy another pound of it or to fill my gas tank. i got an uncertain answer about summer funding from the department, so i may be looking at another summer in michigan. i saw a job posting at the errc and was very tempted to apply. but i can't do one more thing right now. i have to get my paper written for alaina in order to be eligible for a gsi-ship next year.
i miss besim. it's finally sinking in that i'm really single again.
and it is SO grey here.
i'm not quite sure why i left my bed this morning.
Why "Coupling" is completely f-ing brilliant
Sally: "Patrick, impotence is the word."
Patrick: "Sally, there are some words you don't say to a man, they're too technical, like commitment or cervix."
Oh, it's SO good.
Patrick: "Sally, there are some words you don't say to a man, they're too technical, like commitment or cervix."
Oh, it's SO good.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
I'm okay, you're okay
So last night when I was coming home from campus late (after finally finishing an incredibly long day in which I solidified my social work preliminary exam committee, attended seminar and lecture and ran the GSI meeting for 101, wrote a reading response to the articles on consumerism and the "thaw" for seminar this week, talked for a couple hours with three other women from my tiny program to share advice, ideas, and commiseration, and wrote my exam questions for the Anthro 101 exam), my car slid off the road into a snowbank and I couldn't get it out.
It was no more than five feet off the road, and not very deeply stuck in the snow, and I wasn't injured at all in the process (I was going very slowly, because I knew I had little control on the snow-covered road that desperately needed plowing). But still, there I was, in freezing temperatures, at 2:30 in the morning, an undetermined distance (but, I figured, no more than a mile) away from my cottage, and the car was at an awkward incline and I wasn't completely confident it wasn't going to slide further. Since it's lake country up here, and it was pitch black, I was concerned sliding further might mean landing into a small body of water of some kind. I looked in my bag, rather flustered, and didn't see my wallet, either (I realized later it was in my jacket pocket, duh!), and so I didn't even have the number for AAA. Not that I relished the thought of waiting 45 minutes or more for a truck to come out to help.
So what did I do? I called Mom. Poor Mom, she's gotten so many calls from me over the years that I know cause her no end of worry. She didn't offer any new advice I hadn't considered already, but it was comforting to talk to her anyway.
I had a flashlight and an extra down vest to put over my long down coat, and Yak Trax to put over my boots to give me super grip against the snow and ice. By the time I was all suited up, I thought I would have no trouble walking the distance back home. I probably could have slept right there on the ice without freezing.
I left my hazards on knowing that my battery would be dead by morning, but figuring that wouldn't be a problem since I'd need roadside assistance to get the car winched out, anyway. And just as I was about to set out, a car finally came along the road. I wiggled my flashlight at him, he stopped, he kindly gave me a ride to the driveway to my subdivision, and I was in bed in no time. Knowing then that there was no way on Earth I'd make it to Archaeology if I wanted to sleep at all, I gave up on my hope of making it to class for once, didn't set an alarm, and had about seven hours of blessed, uninterrupted sleep in my bed.
When I got up at 10:30, I called AAA, and they ordered a towing service to come out. It took them about two hours to come, but they did, and the process of extraction and start-up was relatively painless. THEN, I had to get home and shovel out the big pile of snow so I would have a place to PUT the car. And I had a devil of a time getting it into the spot, because it was so snowy and icy, and the car just kept sliding around. By the time I got it parked, it had to be about 2:00. I came in and made chilaquiles, heated a little milk to drink with yesterday's coffee, sat and ate that and some leftover roasted broccoli while watching an old episode of Battlestar Galactica on the couch, and went back to bed until 4, because by then I felt so exhausted, I hardly knew what to do with myself.
I showered and dressed and came to campus after that, and basically started my day at 5:00. Man, what a waste. But I secretly kind of needed a day off, I think. Not exactly the way I would have spent it, all things being equal, but it wasn't too bad, in the end.
. . .
Now I'm sitting here, thinking about my paper on participation and Romani citizenship in East Central Europe. And pretty soon, I'll go meet a friend for a drink and maybe a bite at Leopold's. I'll have to catch up on Lost over streaming media.
In other news, the New York Times wrote an article about Hungarian Romani artists the other day.
It was no more than five feet off the road, and not very deeply stuck in the snow, and I wasn't injured at all in the process (I was going very slowly, because I knew I had little control on the snow-covered road that desperately needed plowing). But still, there I was, in freezing temperatures, at 2:30 in the morning, an undetermined distance (but, I figured, no more than a mile) away from my cottage, and the car was at an awkward incline and I wasn't completely confident it wasn't going to slide further. Since it's lake country up here, and it was pitch black, I was concerned sliding further might mean landing into a small body of water of some kind. I looked in my bag, rather flustered, and didn't see my wallet, either (I realized later it was in my jacket pocket, duh!), and so I didn't even have the number for AAA. Not that I relished the thought of waiting 45 minutes or more for a truck to come out to help.
So what did I do? I called Mom. Poor Mom, she's gotten so many calls from me over the years that I know cause her no end of worry. She didn't offer any new advice I hadn't considered already, but it was comforting to talk to her anyway.
I had a flashlight and an extra down vest to put over my long down coat, and Yak Trax to put over my boots to give me super grip against the snow and ice. By the time I was all suited up, I thought I would have no trouble walking the distance back home. I probably could have slept right there on the ice without freezing.
I left my hazards on knowing that my battery would be dead by morning, but figuring that wouldn't be a problem since I'd need roadside assistance to get the car winched out, anyway. And just as I was about to set out, a car finally came along the road. I wiggled my flashlight at him, he stopped, he kindly gave me a ride to the driveway to my subdivision, and I was in bed in no time. Knowing then that there was no way on Earth I'd make it to Archaeology if I wanted to sleep at all, I gave up on my hope of making it to class for once, didn't set an alarm, and had about seven hours of blessed, uninterrupted sleep in my bed.
When I got up at 10:30, I called AAA, and they ordered a towing service to come out. It took them about two hours to come, but they did, and the process of extraction and start-up was relatively painless. THEN, I had to get home and shovel out the big pile of snow so I would have a place to PUT the car. And I had a devil of a time getting it into the spot, because it was so snowy and icy, and the car just kept sliding around. By the time I got it parked, it had to be about 2:00. I came in and made chilaquiles, heated a little milk to drink with yesterday's coffee, sat and ate that and some leftover roasted broccoli while watching an old episode of Battlestar Galactica on the couch, and went back to bed until 4, because by then I felt so exhausted, I hardly knew what to do with myself.
I showered and dressed and came to campus after that, and basically started my day at 5:00. Man, what a waste. But I secretly kind of needed a day off, I think. Not exactly the way I would have spent it, all things being equal, but it wasn't too bad, in the end.
. . .
Now I'm sitting here, thinking about my paper on participation and Romani citizenship in East Central Europe. And pretty soon, I'll go meet a friend for a drink and maybe a bite at Leopold's. I'll have to catch up on Lost over streaming media.
In other news, the New York Times wrote an article about Hungarian Romani artists the other day.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Dancing with Myself
So, my dear friends, I have a new mix I've just finished for some friends, called Dancing with Myself, with a few requests, lots of unexpected, silly, and creative covers, some French pop and bossa nova. Maybe it's not totally perfect and seamless in its transitions, but I'm calling it done and I'm ready to burn it for them. And just for fun, I'll share it with you too. [EDIT: Having added lots of details, I'm sending you to the annotated version of the playlist!]
It's got a much more upbeat tone than the breakup mix I just made for myself when I was moping around the cottage a week or so ago. I'll share that one too, shortly.
It was a fun and productive weekend, with lots of socializing as well as plenty of quiet time at the cottage. Friday was a quiet day of work on my FLAS (Foreign language and Area Studies) application to the Center for Russian and East European Studies and a brief meeting with a professor -- since our 101 lecture was canceled due to the heavy snowfall. I went to Kelly's going away party, since she's taking off to the field tomorrow.
I had had a super long day on Wednesday that started without power and ended with a class presentation I'd stayed up most of the night to finish preparing for. So Thursday, when I realized I was going to be outrageously late to Arc if I went, I stayed home and paid all my bills from my newly arrived paycheck, and worked on personal business and schoolwork until evening, when I went into Ann Arbor and went to watch the season premiere of "Lost" with Anneeth and her roommates. Anneeth and I went together to Hilary's going away party, since she's leaving the program. I spent the night with a friend in A2 because I was there late drinking, and was also expecting the storm.
After Kelly's shindig on Friday evening, which was an early get-together at Leopold Brother's, I came back home and collapsed into bed at 10 pm. When I woke up at 4:30 am on Saturday, though, I realized I just wasn't going to fall back asleep, so I got out of bed and got moving. I cleaned out my inbox (it had gotten back up into the 600 email range from being empty a week or so ago) and sent out a whole bunch of emails I had been neglecting. I cleaned my kitchen thoroughly, vacuumed all but my bedroom, and did laundry, even the shower curtain and hand washables and things I usually skip. I organized my whole life and schedule, made new lists for myself, and sorted out files that had been neglected for close to a year. I took a little nap, then started my reading for Kriszti's class. Then I took off for more partying. I went to Alice's place, where we drank her fabulous pomegranate martinis and ate her homemade biscotti, a crowd of us went off to Vinology, and then I meandered over to Anneeth's party with Erika. I made it back to the cottage finally at 3 am.
So I slept until 2:30 this afternoon. Today's been a slow, quiet day at home, with some more emailing, a little reading, and a big grocery shop at COSTCO and Busch's. I came home and made several liters of beautiful, rich stock, roasted a pound of asparagus, baked banana bread, and prepared a modified sort of tabbouli salad with tiny grape tomatoes, Italian parsley, red onion, feta cheese, a mix of whole wheat couscous and brown rice, lemon juice, and lots of salt, pepper, and olive oil. I'm getting creative and experimental to see how well I can eat on a tiny food budget. It's a good thing I really love brown rice with a little butter and soy sauce, because I think I'll be eating a fair amount of that. Today I added a Japanese topping that includes toasted sesame seeds, seaweed, and a few other ingredients. Mmmm. It inspired me then to make a simple soup of carrots, onion, garlic, broccoli, and red bean miso paste. Mmmm, again.
Well, it's going to be another busy week. I need to make some calls & emails to Budapest tomorrow and write and submit my application for summer departmental funding for pre-dissertation fieldwork in Hungary in July and August. I'm dreading writing out a budget more than anything else. And I have to plan for teaching on Tuesday and write a quiz for the students, and hold office hours. And John Creswell, Mr. Mixed Methods, is coming to give a methods workshop tomorrow, so I'll spend most of my day at Rackham doing that. Tom and I are collecting questions from the GSIs and making the Anthropology 101 exam this week. And I got a message from the head of my program asking if I'd present my work at a brown bag in Social Work on the 15th, so I need to start thinking about what aspect of my research I'm going to talk about, and get a presentation together. Never a dull moment, clearly.
It's got a much more upbeat tone than the breakup mix I just made for myself when I was moping around the cottage a week or so ago. I'll share that one too, shortly.
It was a fun and productive weekend, with lots of socializing as well as plenty of quiet time at the cottage. Friday was a quiet day of work on my FLAS (Foreign language and Area Studies) application to the Center for Russian and East European Studies and a brief meeting with a professor -- since our 101 lecture was canceled due to the heavy snowfall. I went to Kelly's going away party, since she's taking off to the field tomorrow.
I had had a super long day on Wednesday that started without power and ended with a class presentation I'd stayed up most of the night to finish preparing for. So Thursday, when I realized I was going to be outrageously late to Arc if I went, I stayed home and paid all my bills from my newly arrived paycheck, and worked on personal business and schoolwork until evening, when I went into Ann Arbor and went to watch the season premiere of "Lost" with Anneeth and her roommates. Anneeth and I went together to Hilary's going away party, since she's leaving the program. I spent the night with a friend in A2 because I was there late drinking, and was also expecting the storm.
After Kelly's shindig on Friday evening, which was an early get-together at Leopold Brother's, I came back home and collapsed into bed at 10 pm. When I woke up at 4:30 am on Saturday, though, I realized I just wasn't going to fall back asleep, so I got out of bed and got moving. I cleaned out my inbox (it had gotten back up into the 600 email range from being empty a week or so ago) and sent out a whole bunch of emails I had been neglecting. I cleaned my kitchen thoroughly, vacuumed all but my bedroom, and did laundry, even the shower curtain and hand washables and things I usually skip. I organized my whole life and schedule, made new lists for myself, and sorted out files that had been neglected for close to a year. I took a little nap, then started my reading for Kriszti's class. Then I took off for more partying. I went to Alice's place, where we drank her fabulous pomegranate martinis and ate her homemade biscotti, a crowd of us went off to Vinology, and then I meandered over to Anneeth's party with Erika. I made it back to the cottage finally at 3 am.
So I slept until 2:30 this afternoon. Today's been a slow, quiet day at home, with some more emailing, a little reading, and a big grocery shop at COSTCO and Busch's. I came home and made several liters of beautiful, rich stock, roasted a pound of asparagus, baked banana bread, and prepared a modified sort of tabbouli salad with tiny grape tomatoes, Italian parsley, red onion, feta cheese, a mix of whole wheat couscous and brown rice, lemon juice, and lots of salt, pepper, and olive oil. I'm getting creative and experimental to see how well I can eat on a tiny food budget. It's a good thing I really love brown rice with a little butter and soy sauce, because I think I'll be eating a fair amount of that. Today I added a Japanese topping that includes toasted sesame seeds, seaweed, and a few other ingredients. Mmmm. It inspired me then to make a simple soup of carrots, onion, garlic, broccoli, and red bean miso paste. Mmmm, again.
Well, it's going to be another busy week. I need to make some calls & emails to Budapest tomorrow and write and submit my application for summer departmental funding for pre-dissertation fieldwork in Hungary in July and August. I'm dreading writing out a budget more than anything else. And I have to plan for teaching on Tuesday and write a quiz for the students, and hold office hours. And John Creswell, Mr. Mixed Methods, is coming to give a methods workshop tomorrow, so I'll spend most of my day at Rackham doing that. Tom and I are collecting questions from the GSIs and making the Anthropology 101 exam this week. And I got a message from the head of my program asking if I'd present my work at a brown bag in Social Work on the 15th, so I need to start thinking about what aspect of my research I'm going to talk about, and get a presentation together. Never a dull moment, clearly.
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