I hope to actually have some time to write something tonight and tomorrow, but it's funny how they want you to read in this grad school situation - like, right away. Hmm.
Honestly, the first week was better than I expected. The juggling act part of it, (and the broken down car on my first day of school, that was great! More, please! I love being a grown-up! And oh how I wanted to learn that my car "thruster injectors - haha, twelve years old, haha - or whatever they're called, along with all the other apparently filthy, carbon-coated components of my car that are singlehandedly killing the environment, causing Al Gore to wind up on my doorstep any day with his goons - would collectively cost a hyperbolic million dollars to clean.) Where was I? Oh, the attack of the parentheses strikes again. Yes, the juggling act part of it? Not so much.
Now I'm headed to a town I haven't been to in a while to see some people I don't see very often. On the way, I'm going to stop off and visit a baby donkey. Sheila E. has nothing on me. Pure glamour.
First day of school below. Dork! (And that's melted mascara combined with exhaustion...and a couple of happy tears that I may or may not admit to. Milestones, man. Gotta love 'em...sometimes.)
I'm off work today, and should be doing all manner of productive things. Like, say, packing. (I move soon! I'm excited, but the actual act of packing and moving? So DUMB. I hate it. I'm to the point where I just want to dismantle my bed and only move that critical piece of furniture...just start over with everything else. By the way, got a truck? ;))
I should also go to the gym, and go for a walk, and finish this proposal I've been working on for days with no resolution.
But whatever. Instead I'm spending most of my time pondering why I'm in a house that currently lacks olive oil AND balsamic vinegar, which it seems are staples of everything I eat, perchance up to and including breakfast foods. I also haven't bothered to find my glasses yet, so I'm spilling things on myself, just nearly sliced my hand open with a jagged can top (nice motor skills, too) and have a caffeine high like I haven't experienced yet...this week.
Enough yapping. Links!
This piece reminded me of the time I mentioned John Cusack and Steely Dan in my classroom (on separate occasions, mind you) and my students stared at me all glassy-eyed both times. And I sort of barked at them, I think, a paraphrase of the words "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? FOR REAL????" And then I walked across campus afterwards muttering to myself ("Not old. Seriously not old"), feeling high blood pressure and fibromyalgia coming on simultaneously, and thinking about maybe taking up Bingo.
Did you read the one about the Mother's Day Showdown at the Golden Corral? No? Nordette brings you up to speed, here. It is societal madness at its height. I mean, the thought of going to the Golden Corral on any day (especially on a bound-to-be-crowded holiday) is enough to make me want to hit someone, but it's likely to be myself, in the head, for having such a ridiculous idea. But another person? In a restaurant? Please. (Scroll down for my recounting in the comments of the only fight I've ever seen at a concert. That was a good time.)
Spinner's list of the "25 Most Exquisitely Sad Songs in the World". Springsteen's "The River" is on the list, if that gives any indication of how keyed in the editors are to what "exquisitely sad" really means. It's a better-than-decent read. (via Heather Armstrong, as it's clearly my week to rip off links from the blog glitterati.)
I can't imagine being a part of something this cool from its inception (especially as a creative endeavor with your husband/wife), only to have yourself essentially "written out" when it really started to take off. I've enjoyed following Derek and especially Heather's photography for almost as long as I've been writing online. They seem like a class act together and separately are two of the most engaging writers and photographers on the web. I particularly enjoy her work with film - the "real deal", as it were.
I met Derek briefly at SXSW when he wrote that he'd be the guy carrying around copies of JPG, and if anyone wanted one, just come up and ask. I had a subscription, but wanted to get a copy for my friend in Austin. He could not have been more gracious when I nattered on about how much I enjoyed his and Heather's work, even when I said something embarrassing about her like "she's so understated, yet effective." (This is why I don't like to meet people whose work I admire. I always say silly things.)
Anyway, I could tell how passionate he was about the magazine and about photography, and having been involved in a couple of "ideas" in publishing that never got off the ground, I really admire what they created.
In other news, I, too, hate Verizon. But what do I love??? The Office. I download this show and watch it over again, which is an otherwise-unheard-of level of commitment for me in my current television life. Shear Genius, I only flirt with you. (But not you, anyjmore, Tabatha and Tyson!! Haha! Owned!) Perhaps the relationship is deepening, but I'm not ready to deal with it, yet. Shut up.
The Office, though - married. The "Beach Day" episode last week made me laugh out loud - rare, because most stuff on tv just isn't that FUNNY. That said, will you buy me one of these? I'm a little embarrassed to get one for myself.