Miscellaneous nothings...
So, the Harry Potter movie came out two and a half hours ago, and I did not go see it. I was here writing about Berengar of Tours again. Never fear, I will go, and I will be thrilled, but not until next week. I'm pleased that it is two and a half hours long, meaning that the first screening just ended. More Harry Potter = Happier Me. What can I say? The last two doorstop-size volumes only took me one night to get through. I'm insatiable.
It has finally decided to get ass-cold here. It will be dropping below freezing for the first time tonight. One of our doormen thinks it will snow next week. That is fine with me. I know of a nice coffeeshop I can go to, libraries with windows, or alternatively I have plenty of hot chocolate and coffee here and three papers to write. I will be fine. If it snows - and I hope it does - then I will happily walk around in my fleece-lined boots, new lambswool jacket, the scarf I made and a nice fuzzy sweater. I will try to catch snowflakes on my tongue.
On Sunday I get a special treat. My manuscript class professor arranged a special trip for members of my class that wanted to go. This trip is to Washington, DC - a place I have only driven through one time (last summer) since I moved away from there in 1996. We are going to see an exhibition at the National Gallery of Art about early printmaking from one of the foremost experts in the field. Aside from that being interesting - and that museum is probably my favorite out of all the ones I've been to - we get three whole hours to do whatever we want in the city. Jeff is going and we're going to walk down to the Lincoln Memorial, up past GW and some places I lived to Dupont Circle, and then take the Metro back down. I'm really excited. I love that city so much, and I really miss it sometimes. It was a formative part of my life, a truly unique experience that I cannot really describe.
My second round of paper grading for the semester is commencing this weekend as well. I guess I'll get it all done Saturday and Sunday. After all, I have 8 hours on a bus Sunday with little to do, so I guess there's something. It will be easier doing it this time, since it's not the first time. The professor thought we all graded too easily last time, so I'm going to crank up the scale a bit this time. I will get more complaints, but at this point I don't give rat's ass. I have realized that I know what I'm doing, so ... I feel okay about grading, not like I'm unqualified.
Again, I am still up at 3 am and I need to get up at 9 am, so I should go. Why do I always do this?
It has finally decided to get ass-cold here. It will be dropping below freezing for the first time tonight. One of our doormen thinks it will snow next week. That is fine with me. I know of a nice coffeeshop I can go to, libraries with windows, or alternatively I have plenty of hot chocolate and coffee here and three papers to write. I will be fine. If it snows - and I hope it does - then I will happily walk around in my fleece-lined boots, new lambswool jacket, the scarf I made and a nice fuzzy sweater. I will try to catch snowflakes on my tongue.
On Sunday I get a special treat. My manuscript class professor arranged a special trip for members of my class that wanted to go. This trip is to Washington, DC - a place I have only driven through one time (last summer) since I moved away from there in 1996. We are going to see an exhibition at the National Gallery of Art about early printmaking from one of the foremost experts in the field. Aside from that being interesting - and that museum is probably my favorite out of all the ones I've been to - we get three whole hours to do whatever we want in the city. Jeff is going and we're going to walk down to the Lincoln Memorial, up past GW and some places I lived to Dupont Circle, and then take the Metro back down. I'm really excited. I love that city so much, and I really miss it sometimes. It was a formative part of my life, a truly unique experience that I cannot really describe.
My second round of paper grading for the semester is commencing this weekend as well. I guess I'll get it all done Saturday and Sunday. After all, I have 8 hours on a bus Sunday with little to do, so I guess there's something. It will be easier doing it this time, since it's not the first time. The professor thought we all graded too easily last time, so I'm going to crank up the scale a bit this time. I will get more complaints, but at this point I don't give rat's ass. I have realized that I know what I'm doing, so ... I feel okay about grading, not like I'm unqualified.
Again, I am still up at 3 am and I need to get up at 9 am, so I should go. Why do I always do this?