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Things are going well. The weeks are generally going by quick (I can't believe Christmas is in a week! EEK!), I'm keeping fairly busy, and I have plenty of time to just relax. It is nice not having to worry about papers, and a thesis, and multiple meetings and deadlines. I'm relishing my time to do whatever until my life is once again dicated by multiple syllabi (or if I decide to leave this town for graduate school). I'm getting involved with the Syracuse and Maxwell School Alumni groups, I have been to a couple of APO Alumni happy hours (I don't know if they do anything besides that), and I found a church to go to and am attending mass regularly for the first time in over two years. I'm thinking about taking a cooking class (yes, I know your jaws just dropped) and joining a running club
I was going through old email and a former professor of mine seems to have gotten the impression that I'm some kind of "hotshot in D.C." Um, yeah. Dear Professor - On Mondays, I press the snooze button on the alarm clock for an hour, complete my morning ablutions, commute an hour to the hinterlands of Alexandria, sit in my office all day and work, commute an hour back into the District, eat, watch tv, and go to bed. The process is repeated for the next four consecutive days with variation to allow for such things as going to the gym, happy hours, evening lectures at the office, stopping for a sandwich on the way home/stopping by the mall on the way home, the library, some Syracuse alumni event. Hotshot in D.C. my asshole. An aquaintance of mine from Syracuse is assistant to the chief of staff for a Senator (the Senator is the Independent from Connecticut). That, my friends, is "hotshot in D.C." material.
There are these signs on the Metro, and one of them attempts to make the case for how highly educated the Washington Metropolitan Area is. In this sign, there are two panels. In the first panel, the commuter is reading a trashy romance novel and the panel is labeled "elsewhere, USA" (or something to that effect). In the second panel, the commuter is reading Virgil's Aneid and the panel is labeled "Washington, D.C."
Since I first saw that advertisement (about 3 weeks ago, actually on my way back here from the Baltimore airport), I have noticed more and more people reading trashy romance novels on the Metro. And, for the record, they were all white women.
I was going through old email and a former professor of mine seems to have gotten the impression that I'm some kind of "hotshot in D.C." Um, yeah. Dear Professor - On Mondays, I press the snooze button on the alarm clock for an hour, complete my morning ablutions, commute an hour to the hinterlands of Alexandria, sit in my office all day and work, commute an hour back into the District, eat, watch tv, and go to bed. The process is repeated for the next four consecutive days with variation to allow for such things as going to the gym, happy hours, evening lectures at the office, stopping for a sandwich on the way home/stopping by the mall on the way home, the library, some Syracuse alumni event. Hotshot in D.C. my asshole. An aquaintance of mine from Syracuse is assistant to the chief of staff for a Senator (the Senator is the Independent from Connecticut). That, my friends, is "hotshot in D.C." material.
There are these signs on the Metro, and one of them attempts to make the case for how highly educated the Washington Metropolitan Area is. In this sign, there are two panels. In the first panel, the commuter is reading a trashy romance novel and the panel is labeled "elsewhere, USA" (or something to that effect). In the second panel, the commuter is reading Virgil's Aneid and the panel is labeled "Washington, D.C."
Since I first saw that advertisement (about 3 weeks ago, actually on my way back here from the Baltimore airport), I have noticed more and more people reading trashy romance novels on the Metro. And, for the record, they were all white women.