thursday morning, 2 a.m.
Well, I'm only 23 hours off from being the title of my favorite Simon and Garfunkel album. That's an accomplishment, at least, even if I'm _still_ not quite ready to ship off my Duke application. It's close to being put to bed, since I'm mailing it off in the morning. I think I just put the final touches on both the Statement of Purpose and my writing sample, but I'll probably ask Punky, my brother, and who ever else is willing to glance at it before it gets whisked away to its fate in Durham later this morning.
I don't think I've already shared the extent of my creative dementia with all those assembled here electronically, but at some point I was entertaining the idea of this opening line for my SOP, with apologies to Beck: "Duke, I wanna get with you and your city... I think it's name is Durham!". Of course, this would have gone over much better if I could deliver the line in person while dancing to the tune of "Debra" while imploring Duke to give the thumbs up to my application, so what could I do but delete it and instead talk about _The Octopus_?
Okay, well, I hope that everyone's having a great time where ever they're at! Having spent most of this break among family, I'm also really looking forward to seeing the members of my chosen family soon. That goes double for Frometheus, whom I've gotta consider a "limited time offer" since he'll soon head back to DC, and triple for Punky, who's currently in an airplane, not a place she enjoys by any stretch of even the most overactive imagination.
Sometime I'll try to post something more substantial about spending the night last night at my aunt and uncles' new farmhouse, on their land that's the next to last farm before you get to Alabama. This morning we drove Clark Kent's fiancee the 1/2 mile north so she could say she's also been in 'bama on this trip, and we got some great photos of her on a tractor. It was also quite interesting to spend 15 minutes or so in a civil war era graveyard, looking at marble and pine headstones while on our walk around the property. The marble ones belonged to the people who owned the land before it came into my uncle's family, and the pine ones, whose inscriptions have been worn off by time, possibly mark my uncle's ancestors or slaves. It's an awful lot of history to take in on a morning before caffeine. Many photos were taken, many stories may be shared upon the asking.
I don't think I've already shared the extent of my creative dementia with all those assembled here electronically, but at some point I was entertaining the idea of this opening line for my SOP, with apologies to Beck: "Duke, I wanna get with you and your city... I think it's name is Durham!". Of course, this would have gone over much better if I could deliver the line in person while dancing to the tune of "Debra" while imploring Duke to give the thumbs up to my application, so what could I do but delete it and instead talk about _The Octopus_?
Okay, well, I hope that everyone's having a great time where ever they're at! Having spent most of this break among family, I'm also really looking forward to seeing the members of my chosen family soon. That goes double for Frometheus, whom I've gotta consider a "limited time offer" since he'll soon head back to DC, and triple for Punky, who's currently in an airplane, not a place she enjoys by any stretch of even the most overactive imagination.
Sometime I'll try to post something more substantial about spending the night last night at my aunt and uncles' new farmhouse, on their land that's the next to last farm before you get to Alabama. This morning we drove Clark Kent's fiancee the 1/2 mile north so she could say she's also been in 'bama on this trip, and we got some great photos of her on a tractor. It was also quite interesting to spend 15 minutes or so in a civil war era graveyard, looking at marble and pine headstones while on our walk around the property. The marble ones belonged to the people who owned the land before it came into my uncle's family, and the pine ones, whose inscriptions have been worn off by time, possibly mark my uncle's ancestors or slaves. It's an awful lot of history to take in on a morning before caffeine. Many photos were taken, many stories may be shared upon the asking.