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Birthday madness, on many different registers.
Mom themed her present to me: hats! I now own an industrial thimble. It is made of leather and metal, sewn akin to construction-worker's gloves. Often, I am amazed at the kinds of things that exist in this world.
Alex, sweetest of all, bought me two lavender plants. Also, a game that I would like to share with the Crew when next we meet. We went to Rivoli, on Solano, where our waitress wore a peach-hued hat that ignited my imagination.
Dad took me to the Pickle Shop in Berkeley, where we spoke with a culture-enthusiest who shared samples of various raw pickles with us. Dad bought me diakon-radish pickle, bee pollen kombucha, beet sauerkraut, and an interesting cultured carrot that is fermented in brown rice mash. Delicious and peculiar. Alex is scared.
On another level, I received notification from all of the three grad schools that I applied to (yes, all on my birthday). Sadly, I got into none of them! I feel a sense of disbelief, as well as hope. The tough cookie is to keep up my sense of my own potential; there are no setbacks to personal achievement because I am constantly growing and improving. Therefore, I cannot be devalued as an anthropologist. I just don't want to be one of those people (Death of a Salesman, my mother, etc.) who never achieve their potential, who only regret. Realistically, I only applied to schools within driving distance of my Grandmother, who is forecast to die very soon. I didn't want to move to a far away grad school if my Grandmother would die will I was away. Perhaps next year, I should apply to grad school all over the world.
Mixed blessings; I am glad that I received this triple blow on my birthday, when so many positive things happened for me.
Mom themed her present to me: hats! I now own an industrial thimble. It is made of leather and metal, sewn akin to construction-worker's gloves. Often, I am amazed at the kinds of things that exist in this world.
Alex, sweetest of all, bought me two lavender plants. Also, a game that I would like to share with the Crew when next we meet. We went to Rivoli, on Solano, where our waitress wore a peach-hued hat that ignited my imagination.
Dad took me to the Pickle Shop in Berkeley, where we spoke with a culture-enthusiest who shared samples of various raw pickles with us. Dad bought me diakon-radish pickle, bee pollen kombucha, beet sauerkraut, and an interesting cultured carrot that is fermented in brown rice mash. Delicious and peculiar. Alex is scared.
On another level, I received notification from all of the three grad schools that I applied to (yes, all on my birthday). Sadly, I got into none of them! I feel a sense of disbelief, as well as hope. The tough cookie is to keep up my sense of my own potential; there are no setbacks to personal achievement because I am constantly growing and improving. Therefore, I cannot be devalued as an anthropologist. I just don't want to be one of those people (Death of a Salesman, my mother, etc.) who never achieve their potential, who only regret. Realistically, I only applied to schools within driving distance of my Grandmother, who is forecast to die very soon. I didn't want to move to a far away grad school if my Grandmother would die will I was away. Perhaps next year, I should apply to grad school all over the world.
Mixed blessings; I am glad that I received this triple blow on my birthday, when so many positive things happened for me.