Yesterday, I was going through my Greek flashcards on the train ( Read more... )

In Flanders Fields (1915 ( Read more... )

Well, I'm sick right now.  With M.'s hurt foot, we're kind of a mess together.  I haven't been able to keep anything down for the past few days.  Last night I was shivering, and just felt awful.  I guess the flu is going around here at school.  I don't know if what I have is the flu; I've never had it.  I just feel sweaty, and then cold, and week, ( Read more... )

It's a good thing I slept in this morning.  I had work, and then immediately two hours of yoga, and finally got home at 9:30 p.m., after stopping for the ingredients for bread.

We have Chapel four days a week, at noon.  (Apparently, back in the day when it was all young male seminarians, Chapel was in the morning.  But as things progressed, they ( Read more... )

All I want to do, now that my thesis has been handed in, is putter around in my pajamas, watch Law&Order, and surf the beautiful things on Etsy.

(Etsy is an online store, where everything is handmade, by individual sellers.  Sort of like a craft fair, but much, much better.  Go ahead: abandon my post and start using Etsy.  Type into the search bar ( Read more... )

(To the tune of "Shake Your Booty" by KC and the Sunshine Band)

"Type type type

type type type

type that thesis (do doo do do do doo doo)

Type type type

type type type

type that thesis. The-sis."

Only three of us on my floor are doing theses, but it feels like a giant floor project. B. and I have taken over the large dining table in the Common Room ( Read more... )

This time next week, I'll be finished with my thesis, and binding it. And trying to restrain myself from decorating the cover with tiny illuminations and gold-leaf decorations ( Read more... )

Well, I made it.  The Burbank Airport is very mellow, not crazy airport-y at all.  We walked off the plane into the mild weather and walked across the tarmac into the small terminal.  The baggage claim was outside.  The weather is incredibly...soft: the air feels soft and smells like honeysuckle, and green grass, and clover.

M. lives up in the ( Read more... )

 
In the Inglehart-Welzel Cultural Map of the World, every country in the world is put on a simple grid, with two values as /x/ and /y/ axes.  The two values relate to how traditional (religious) or secular the people of a nation are, and which value the nation regards (or needs to regard) more: survival or self-expression.  
They are called formally ( Read more... )

 
I read about this "self-tag" over at Grammar Piano.  Here's what Lee wrote:

"So I'm tagging myself, and after this you tag yourself.

These are the meme rules:

1. Look up page 123 in the nearest book.
2. Look for the fifth sentence.
3. Post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123."

Well...I'm in the Common Room, so none of these books ( Read more... )