My writing; so lazy! If there were to be one particular cause for the failure that is my life, it would, without a shadow of a doubt, be my laziness; and with that, my chronic lack of self-discipline. It is staggering that I have written only two entries this month; and I have no other excuse other than my laziness ( Read more... )

The tone of the previous entry was rather too magic and rainbows for me. In the interest of full disclosure, I wrote it when I was under the slight influence of alcohol...one measly gin and tonic. But maybe the gin was particularly potent, I don't know ( Read more... )

WimbledonI haven't been writing about Roger Federer in a while because I've moved on from that crazy fangirl phase (thanks, friends, for sticking it through and tolerating my zillion entries about him), and because I have other things going on and no time to follow his matches all that closely. But this is Wimbledon; or rather, it was Wimbledon, ( Read more... )

I wasn't in tears like I was last year when Roger came back from 1-3 down in the fifth to win, but when he started crying towards the end of his winner's speech because he was overwhelmed by it all, I had tears in my eyes, too ( Read more... )

All along, I was under the impression that my Achilles' heel when it comes to focusing on my PhD was men. I spend too much time dating; I spend too much time thinking about men; I spend too much time writing about them; etc. Every time I stop seeing someone, I would think, Maybe I should just stop dating. It's taking too much time and effort. It's ( Read more... )

In Zurich now. I am writing this on my phone which is a pain in the ass, so this will be brief.

First, Federer: how amazing is this man? Just how amazing is he? He said in his post-match on-court interview that didn't imagine he'd scale such great heights, but he'd always believed; and with belief, you can go far in life.

Yes, he's certainly gone ( Read more... )

Had a wonderful birthday.

I am tired so this will be short.

Rose Garden: simply beautiful. Had yummy rösti for lunch. Went to the Paul Klee museum. Geeked out over his Novalis-inspired The Blue Flower; drew connection with Penelope Fitzgerald's novel of the same name, about Novalis, which I loved.

Found out in the museum that I've been accepted at ( Read more... )

PhDI was really sick of it yesterday. I really did not want to be in the library yesterday afternoon. It was a lovely Saturday afternoon - sun was shining, daytrippers out in droves, and I'd just played tennis and was feeling good...until the thought of going to the library ( Read more... )

My Sunday was a prime example of how one can feel two wildly contrasting emotions in a single day: euphoria and desolation ( Read more... )

Jay and I are so dedicated to tennis that we played early this morning (at 9am) in a the lightly-falling snow; and we didn't get off the court until a little after 11am ( Read more... )