Busy busy and also busy
I booked my trip to Washington, D.C. yesterday. Holy expensive, America. I'll be flying into Ronald Reagan airport and staying at a Marriott close to the conference headquarters in a room I'm sharing with my boss, who is pretty cool and fun. Although it does mean I'll have to wear pants and act professional. I'd better squeeze a lot of learning out of that trip given how much even registering for it costs. And there are additional costs I'd incur if I was actually a psychologist going to this thing. No wonder people lapse in their training. Staying cutting edge as a psychologist is expensive. I figured it's better to pay as much of the costs now, before my loan status changes at the end of the month and I'm not getting interest relief. Pete finished our taxes, so I'll have to figure out how to send them in. My mom used to send them via some programme.
I've been learning some Mi'kmaq lately, which is cool. I'm on lesson four. Thus far I can say "hello," "how are you?" "I'm fine," or "I'm not so well." "Thank-you," and "you're welcome." Today I learn "Good Morning." The other week I was sitting at this computer in my office and I thought about how close two generations are in the larger scheme of things, and how the family only lost Mi'kmaq in my grandmother's generation (this oppression has been brought to you by Catholicism and the letter B). And I thought about how I'm pretty good with languages, and then I realized what that would look like if I were writing a history of the family, and what an asshole I'd look like for not bothering to use that skill to reacquire the Mi'kmaq, even it it's not going to be a case of passing it on to kids. And I thought about how much of a feel for a culture you can get from the feel, content, and structure of language - basically, what you can say and how. So I'm going to learn a bit each day. It's the next best thing to actually meeting Mi'kmaq people.
I've got a ton of stuff approaching and it all feels like it's coming pretty fast. I've still got an article to finish for the Postcolonial Network, an AAR paper on bisexual anthologies to be ready for the first week of May, letters to my dad, uncle and aunt to complete and send, the Pussy Palace on Sunday, a party at a friend's house on Monday, a two-day course on survey data analysis at York on Thursday and Friday, and then I go to Syracuse, NY. I'm feeling kinda freaked. So of course I'm eating crap and feeling terrible. I really need to get back into my groove. I'm also patiently waiting for my manic spring phase so I can reorganize the kitchen.
I've been learning some Mi'kmaq lately, which is cool. I'm on lesson four. Thus far I can say "hello," "how are you?" "I'm fine," or "I'm not so well." "Thank-you," and "you're welcome." Today I learn "Good Morning." The other week I was sitting at this computer in my office and I thought about how close two generations are in the larger scheme of things, and how the family only lost Mi'kmaq in my grandmother's generation (this oppression has been brought to you by Catholicism and the letter B). And I thought about how I'm pretty good with languages, and then I realized what that would look like if I were writing a history of the family, and what an asshole I'd look like for not bothering to use that skill to reacquire the Mi'kmaq, even it it's not going to be a case of passing it on to kids. And I thought about how much of a feel for a culture you can get from the feel, content, and structure of language - basically, what you can say and how. So I'm going to learn a bit each day. It's the next best thing to actually meeting Mi'kmaq people.
I've got a ton of stuff approaching and it all feels like it's coming pretty fast. I've still got an article to finish for the Postcolonial Network, an AAR paper on bisexual anthologies to be ready for the first week of May, letters to my dad, uncle and aunt to complete and send, the Pussy Palace on Sunday, a party at a friend's house on Monday, a two-day course on survey data analysis at York on Thursday and Friday, and then I go to Syracuse, NY. I'm feeling kinda freaked. So of course I'm eating crap and feeling terrible. I really need to get back into my groove. I'm also patiently waiting for my manic spring phase so I can reorganize the kitchen.