A fine beer may be judged with only one sip*
...but it's better to be thoroughly sure.*
I really wanted to write about what I did and thought about yesterday, and about today, but I'm actually tired at this early hour and have to be in Leiden tomorrow again.
I'll just give you all the skinny:
Yesterday the Amsterdam-plan went much as planned and expected: spring rolls and coconut soup at the Thai restuarant Jasmine in the Red Light/China Town, checking out the F.G.S. He Hua temple**, Gregorian chant as part of a church service, wandering about looking ineffectually for a cafe, and then watching P.S. I Love You, which was lovely and funny despite that one heartbreaking crying bit, chock-a-block full of hot singin' Irish men and Unexpected James Marsters. Sweet. Then I was left with a horrible sad yearning for a) Ireland, b) being cuddled. I also decided that I'm bloody ready to fall in love. More than ready. And it's not even like you have to be ready.
Today, I eventually made it to the department and confronted my supervisor, who's surprised she hasn't answered my email from last week. An appointment was set for tomorrow, though I think she doesn't really care about the time. Funny thing is, she wants an outline of the thing, like what topics I'm going to write about where, and I think that that comes after reading the articles, not after a preliminary google search to "see what's out there". Also, if I'm going to be doing this, I want to officially start. And that means we have to discuss the internship forms ("contracts"). So that makes me miserable.
Then I went out to the North End English Pub and had half a pint of Premium Bitter (4.5%). Which I have never done before. I did what I'd played out in my head a few times: went up to the barman, confessed my never having drunk beer yet liking bitter drinks, and asked for a recommendation. Then I sipped the dark yellow beer, which was alright, and wrote some Hero's Manual, feeling kind of cool and grown up and if only I were in bloody England. But mostly I felt like a girl drinking beer alone in a pub and obviously not belonging there at all.
Which is why, Wednesday night, I'm going to the Einstein bar. It's international student's night. Me, alone, at a bar. The yay, I cannot contain it.
Then I came home and actually omg ate something, and then youtubed. Which brings us today's links.
Links of the Day:
Driving School: Part 1 of 9, featuring David Tennant - Quite sweet, actually. Also featuring Papa Tyler, of Dr Who. Gods, I need to learn how to drive. When I do, can it be with someone like Tennant's Chris?
David Tennant and John Simm on Hootenanny '07
Simon Pegg on Letterman: Promoting Hot Fuzz
Hot Fuzz Bloopers
Shaun of the Dead Bloopers
David Tennant's Doctor Who Video Diary, featuring "Mrs. Saxon", John Simm, and a bit about wire-work.
John Simm in Boston Kickout: the bathroom sex bit, because I've been reading too much of versaphile's RPF (which is amazing: angsty, plot-ridden, well-written and hot to boot).
* Czech Proverb
I really wanted to write about what I did and thought about yesterday, and about today, but I'm actually tired at this early hour and have to be in Leiden tomorrow again.
I'll just give you all the skinny:
Yesterday the Amsterdam-plan went much as planned and expected: spring rolls and coconut soup at the Thai restuarant Jasmine in the Red Light/China Town, checking out the F.G.S. He Hua temple**, Gregorian chant as part of a church service, wandering about looking ineffectually for a cafe, and then watching P.S. I Love You, which was lovely and funny despite that one heartbreaking crying bit, chock-a-block full of hot singin' Irish men and Unexpected James Marsters. Sweet. Then I was left with a horrible sad yearning for a) Ireland, b) being cuddled. I also decided that I'm bloody ready to fall in love. More than ready. And it's not even like you have to be ready.
Today, I eventually made it to the department and confronted my supervisor, who's surprised she hasn't answered my email from last week. An appointment was set for tomorrow, though I think she doesn't really care about the time. Funny thing is, she wants an outline of the thing, like what topics I'm going to write about where, and I think that that comes after reading the articles, not after a preliminary google search to "see what's out there". Also, if I'm going to be doing this, I want to officially start. And that means we have to discuss the internship forms ("contracts"). So that makes me miserable.
Then I went out to the North End English Pub and had half a pint of Premium Bitter (4.5%). Which I have never done before. I did what I'd played out in my head a few times: went up to the barman, confessed my never having drunk beer yet liking bitter drinks, and asked for a recommendation. Then I sipped the dark yellow beer, which was alright, and wrote some Hero's Manual, feeling kind of cool and grown up and if only I were in bloody England. But mostly I felt like a girl drinking beer alone in a pub and obviously not belonging there at all.
Which is why, Wednesday night, I'm going to the Einstein bar. It's international student's night. Me, alone, at a bar. The yay, I cannot contain it.
Then I came home and actually omg ate something, and then youtubed. Which brings us today's links.
Links of the Day:
Driving School: Part 1 of 9, featuring David Tennant - Quite sweet, actually. Also featuring Papa Tyler, of Dr Who. Gods, I need to learn how to drive. When I do, can it be with someone like Tennant's Chris?
David Tennant and John Simm on Hootenanny '07
Simon Pegg on Letterman: Promoting Hot Fuzz
Hot Fuzz Bloopers
Shaun of the Dead Bloopers
David Tennant's Doctor Who Video Diary, featuring "Mrs. Saxon", John Simm, and a bit about wire-work.
John Simm in Boston Kickout: the bathroom sex bit, because I've been reading too much of versaphile's RPF (which is amazing: angsty, plot-ridden, well-written and hot to boot).
* Czech Proverb