The Unbearable Cuteness of Being
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current book: I should really take the opportunity to thank jaq for making me read Art Spiegelman’s Maus last year, because we just read it for my Time & Narrative class. And by “we,” I of course mean, “not me, because I was working my ass off on my thesis.” But I managed to muddle through the class because I had already read it. And… wait for it… wait for it… I actually made a comment during class. Out loud.
current music: the sound of my thesis-soaked thoughts
current socks: this post, such as it is, was really just a lame excuse to tell you about the socks I wore today. Black with bright yellow toes and heels and bright yellow DUMP TRUCKS all over them! Thanks, Julie, for thinking of me when you were at the Oil Sands Discovery Center in Alberta, Canada! These are almost better than the crabby socks for turning my mood around. They are that amazing.
Posted 17 May 2006
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Those socks do rock. I had to subject myself to the barren remoteness of northern Alberta Canada to find that treasure. Besides those socks, all Fort McMurray Canada had to offer was tar sands sludge, Tim Horton’s coffee and very lonely men who mucked around in the tar sands sludge (sans female company).
My new job will not take me to such exciting locales, unfortunately… ;(