i would like to take this moment to say ack! and oh my ah me, my parents sent me CAMEMBERT and fresh fruit in the mail. and it's still good.
oh my.
(i get valentines i'm not supposed to. don't deserve any of it. no.)
last night, they called and i felt like someone had touched me on the shoulder. i wish i felt like that more. thank you.
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also last night, later, justin and i went sleuthing. he's much better at it than i, and he was very patient with my ineptitude and non-nerd status. (laugh) was fun, but the results have left me even more concerned and confused than the query. hm.
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i have springloads of new appreciation for de saussure. the other day professor homer mentioned in passing (as always, the things that grab and pull at me in school are always the side notes, the "not that it matters but here's a little fact/story/etc" bits left to the margins...) the laryngeals hypothesis, and how the discovery of hittite documentation some thirty-five years later gave support to an otherwise completely abstracted, theoretical proposal. and how beautiful that is, how elegant and the smile that comes later. mm. sooty evidence showing up late at your dissertation party, a little drunk and stumbling, but oh. there it is.
he was dead by then. snoring at the party and missing it. thomas! za-boom. couldn't you have stayed up and all of that.
"sideline stories about academics perk me. not to sound morbid, but like barthes and the milktruck. yes, still the milktruck. small, fascinating." ...
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"all you have to do is write one true sentence." remember that? from, god. some stupid school poster.
remember that? oh but i do.
/
i may need to actually pay someone to cut my hair. i've noticed, dead as it is, still it doesn't like pittsburgh. i only do right now, because pittsburgh chooses to behave for some reason or another like home. negative degrees please.
and this morning on the way to school, for the first time ever in this city, i was able to relive an old walkingtoschoolinrochester tradition i'm very fond of. my hair froze. little blackgrey icicles, sharp, pointy. you can break them off, split them like twigs. i'm sure that's not good for the hair situation as mentioned above, probably only exacerbates the mess, but i can't resist.
they weren't very solid icicles, like the ones you achieve in rochester...but they made me grin. grinning in public like an idiot again, oh yes.
oh my.
(i get valentines i'm not supposed to. don't deserve any of it. no.)
last night, they called and i felt like someone had touched me on the shoulder. i wish i felt like that more. thank you.
/
also last night, later, justin and i went sleuthing. he's much better at it than i, and he was very patient with my ineptitude and non-nerd status. (laugh) was fun, but the results have left me even more concerned and confused than the query. hm.
/
i have springloads of new appreciation for de saussure. the other day professor homer mentioned in passing (as always, the things that grab and pull at me in school are always the side notes, the "not that it matters but here's a little fact/story/etc" bits left to the margins...) the laryngeals hypothesis, and how the discovery of hittite documentation some thirty-five years later gave support to an otherwise completely abstracted, theoretical proposal. and how beautiful that is, how elegant and the smile that comes later. mm. sooty evidence showing up late at your dissertation party, a little drunk and stumbling, but oh. there it is.
he was dead by then. snoring at the party and missing it. thomas! za-boom. couldn't you have stayed up and all of that.
"sideline stories about academics perk me. not to sound morbid, but like barthes and the milktruck. yes, still the milktruck. small, fascinating." ...
/
"all you have to do is write one true sentence." remember that? from, god. some stupid school poster.
remember that? oh but i do.
/
i may need to actually pay someone to cut my hair. i've noticed, dead as it is, still it doesn't like pittsburgh. i only do right now, because pittsburgh chooses to behave for some reason or another like home. negative degrees please.
and this morning on the way to school, for the first time ever in this city, i was able to relive an old walkingtoschoolinrochester tradition i'm very fond of. my hair froze. little blackgrey icicles, sharp, pointy. you can break them off, split them like twigs. i'm sure that's not good for the hair situation as mentioned above, probably only exacerbates the mess, but i can't resist.
they weren't very solid icicles, like the ones you achieve in rochester...but they made me grin. grinning in public like an idiot again, oh yes.