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Hmm, I suppose it's time to update. And really, I should take a moment to express my gratitude for the fact that I can. My family's internet service provider went down provincewide today, and hasn't come back up. Thanks to dear wee bro Marek, however, and the fact that he set his friend next door up with an open wireless network (with a different provider), I am basking in my state of wireless-enablement. Yesss.
So now, for Grad School Strikes Back and the Return of the Anxiety Dream. I'm heading back to Boston on Saturday (so much to do before then!), and the madness begins anew on Monday. I'm pretty nervous - about everything from teaching to my French Lit course (and my R&R with advisor R!) to finishing my R&R from last semester to whether my map of Brittany will have stayed stuck to the wall over break or not. Not to mention whether I should try to convince my roommate to come and pick me up at the airport...
Anyway, I had a terrible dream last night about teaching. And really, it had everything. I arrived at my first 10:00 section only to realize that I hadn't prepared or even read the book I was supposed to be teaching, so I made everything up as I went and it didn't go well. Then I went back to bed and slept through the beginning of my 11:00 class. My students had all left by the time I got there, but a number of them did get in touch with me during the class time to make various demands of me. Then, just when I was starting to hope that no one was going to show up for my 12:00, everyone did, and proceeded to scowl nastily at me for the rest of the hour. Yay. No need to guess where that one came from. And I kept waking up, and then falling back asleep and continuing the dream...
At least I wasn't naked.
Other than that, in the last few days, I've, I don't know, been kind of cranky and bored, really. I have, however, more or less learned two new fiddle tunes (The Rover's Return and I Won't Do the Work), gone out for lunch with Grandpapa, gone out for lunch with the siblings, walked Tiko a few times, been more cranky and bored, etc.
Dear wee bro Marek and I have also been watching the US primaries with great interest, including clinging desperately to my meager connection to the neighbor's wireless in order to listen to MSNBC's live coverage of the New Hampshire primary this evening. Since Marek will hopefully be at university in Quebec next fall, I may try and get him down to Boston for the actual election... would be very cool (dear wee sis Morgayne, I should add, is most likely coming to visit this summer). In any case, neither of us can decide which democrat to "officially" support, but we're pretty pleased with both Clinton and Obama. Not that our very, very Canadian opinions count at all, but yes. I have to say that I was pretty pissed off at the media portrayal of New Hampshire's female democrat voters, though. Because clearly all liberal woman voters are delicate, emotional creatures who only respond to emotional appeals, and thus by shedding a few tears, Hillary Clinton proved that she wasn't a castrating... err, too cold and rational, and won them over. Of course, to everyone else, that means she's too emotional to lead, but you know, whatever. Because invoking stereotypes and letting double standards go unchallenged make for perfectly acceptable and intelligent political commentary. Not to mention the way the reporters consistently listed the democratic candidates as "Hillary, Senator Obama, and Senator Edwards." GRR. So I think you should all go and read THIS PIECE in the New York Times, rather than listening to me rant about my feminist rage.
Mmm, I suppose there isn't anything else, really. I think I need some politics tags...
So now, for Grad School Strikes Back and the Return of the Anxiety Dream. I'm heading back to Boston on Saturday (so much to do before then!), and the madness begins anew on Monday. I'm pretty nervous - about everything from teaching to my French Lit course (and my R&R with advisor R!) to finishing my R&R from last semester to whether my map of Brittany will have stayed stuck to the wall over break or not. Not to mention whether I should try to convince my roommate to come and pick me up at the airport...
Anyway, I had a terrible dream last night about teaching. And really, it had everything. I arrived at my first 10:00 section only to realize that I hadn't prepared or even read the book I was supposed to be teaching, so I made everything up as I went and it didn't go well. Then I went back to bed and slept through the beginning of my 11:00 class. My students had all left by the time I got there, but a number of them did get in touch with me during the class time to make various demands of me. Then, just when I was starting to hope that no one was going to show up for my 12:00, everyone did, and proceeded to scowl nastily at me for the rest of the hour. Yay. No need to guess where that one came from. And I kept waking up, and then falling back asleep and continuing the dream...
At least I wasn't naked.
Other than that, in the last few days, I've, I don't know, been kind of cranky and bored, really. I have, however, more or less learned two new fiddle tunes (The Rover's Return and I Won't Do the Work), gone out for lunch with Grandpapa, gone out for lunch with the siblings, walked Tiko a few times, been more cranky and bored, etc.
Dear wee bro Marek and I have also been watching the US primaries with great interest, including clinging desperately to my meager connection to the neighbor's wireless in order to listen to MSNBC's live coverage of the New Hampshire primary this evening. Since Marek will hopefully be at university in Quebec next fall, I may try and get him down to Boston for the actual election... would be very cool (dear wee sis Morgayne, I should add, is most likely coming to visit this summer). In any case, neither of us can decide which democrat to "officially" support, but we're pretty pleased with both Clinton and Obama. Not that our very, very Canadian opinions count at all, but yes. I have to say that I was pretty pissed off at the media portrayal of New Hampshire's female democrat voters, though. Because clearly all liberal woman voters are delicate, emotional creatures who only respond to emotional appeals, and thus by shedding a few tears, Hillary Clinton proved that she wasn't a castrating... err, too cold and rational, and won them over. Of course, to everyone else, that means she's too emotional to lead, but you know, whatever. Because invoking stereotypes and letting double standards go unchallenged make for perfectly acceptable and intelligent political commentary. Not to mention the way the reporters consistently listed the democratic candidates as "Hillary, Senator Obama, and Senator Edwards." GRR. So I think you should all go and read THIS PIECE in the New York Times, rather than listening to me rant about my feminist rage.
Mmm, I suppose there isn't anything else, really. I think I need some politics tags...