Shameless procrastination
My cherry barbs spawned on Saturday and now I have a handful of tiny little clear specks with tails bouncing around the tank. I suspect they'll all get eaten by their parents, but I'm enjoying watching them in the mean time. Fish are neat. :)
Ordered a turkey today at the butcher's, in preparation for the Thanksgiving feast this Saturday. I have no idea how I will get a big dead bird weighing 4 kilos home on my bicycle, let alone whether or not it will fit in my oven. This has me a bit worried, but all I can do at this point is close my eyes and hope for the best.
Feeling regretful that I missed the archaeology party last Thurs (everyone is still talking about it), but my presentation the next morning (the reason I didn't go to the party) went really well. I got lots of audience participation and feedback despite the fact everyone was hung over and sleep-deprived, and one of the PhD students wants me to come give the presentation again in his class. No idea what the teacher actually thought of it, but that's par for the course with Dr. Corbey...
Maya class started off reasonably well today but then drifted into an endless treatise on the ergativity (or not) of Yukatec. Dr. Adelaar is brilliant, but sometimes he can be so clueless-- how can he not notice that the entire class is staring glassy-eyed at the clock, not absorbing a single thing he is saying? I feel so frustrated in that class sometimes, because I know it could be so interesting and fun if it were taught differently. The thing about Yukatec is that there are almost no good resources for self-study, so you really rely on the teacher. And when that teacher isn't so good at communicating his or her knowledge to students...
And most annoyingly of all, I have been dreaming of my ex again lately... I think I've subconsciously become a bit fixated on him because he hasn't returned any of my calls or instant messages for months now, and what started off as simple curiosity about how he's doing has turned into, "What the hell is he doing that is so much more interesting than talking to me?" Pathetic and egoistic it may be, but I've long since come to accept that my self-respect and ability to think logically go out the window when James is in the picture. I suspect that allowing myself to think about him will only make things worse for myself, but forbidding myself to dwell on him/us/the past just makes it more attractive. The human mind is such a screwed-up thing sometimes...
Anyway, I seem to be rambling on in an effort to avoid getting back to reading about wooden scepters in Classic Maya ritual (and let's be honest: who wouldn't want to avoid that?), so I think I will just go to bed instead and try to finish reading it in the morning. Hopefully I will dream of pecan pie, cornbread dressing, and homemade cranberry sauce instead of silly British med students... ;-)
Ordered a turkey today at the butcher's, in preparation for the Thanksgiving feast this Saturday. I have no idea how I will get a big dead bird weighing 4 kilos home on my bicycle, let alone whether or not it will fit in my oven. This has me a bit worried, but all I can do at this point is close my eyes and hope for the best.
Feeling regretful that I missed the archaeology party last Thurs (everyone is still talking about it), but my presentation the next morning (the reason I didn't go to the party) went really well. I got lots of audience participation and feedback despite the fact everyone was hung over and sleep-deprived, and one of the PhD students wants me to come give the presentation again in his class. No idea what the teacher actually thought of it, but that's par for the course with Dr. Corbey...
Maya class started off reasonably well today but then drifted into an endless treatise on the ergativity (or not) of Yukatec. Dr. Adelaar is brilliant, but sometimes he can be so clueless-- how can he not notice that the entire class is staring glassy-eyed at the clock, not absorbing a single thing he is saying? I feel so frustrated in that class sometimes, because I know it could be so interesting and fun if it were taught differently. The thing about Yukatec is that there are almost no good resources for self-study, so you really rely on the teacher. And when that teacher isn't so good at communicating his or her knowledge to students...
And most annoyingly of all, I have been dreaming of my ex again lately... I think I've subconsciously become a bit fixated on him because he hasn't returned any of my calls or instant messages for months now, and what started off as simple curiosity about how he's doing has turned into, "What the hell is he doing that is so much more interesting than talking to me?" Pathetic and egoistic it may be, but I've long since come to accept that my self-respect and ability to think logically go out the window when James is in the picture. I suspect that allowing myself to think about him will only make things worse for myself, but forbidding myself to dwell on him/us/the past just makes it more attractive. The human mind is such a screwed-up thing sometimes...
Anyway, I seem to be rambling on in an effort to avoid getting back to reading about wooden scepters in Classic Maya ritual (and let's be honest: who wouldn't want to avoid that?), so I think I will just go to bed instead and try to finish reading it in the morning. Hopefully I will dream of pecan pie, cornbread dressing, and homemade cranberry sauce instead of silly British med students... ;-)