Full post coming soon…
moocowinthecity I’m about to head back to bed, I went to bed at 7pm and then got up at 1:30a or so; an interesting few day’s which I’ll write about shortly =)
g’night =)
– m
Full post coming soon…
I’m about to head back to bed, I went to bed at 7pm and then got up at 1:30a or so; an interesting few day’s which I’ll write about shortly =)
g’night =)
– m
“I’m European, I’m used to combative academics!”
On my way into the department (I come in through the back entrance because of where the inter-campus shuttle lets off) I pass by the office of my afternoon Linguistic Anthropology professor daily. The course he teaches is listed for both graduate students as well as undergraduate students. The other day we were discussing a different professors research and it had mass generalizations and bigger holes in her arguments than the Titanic did after it made nice to the iceberg…this was something that everyone should have been chomping at the bit to say something about. However, most people were willing to let it slide and my eyes lit up like a lion when he sees a gazelle and my I licked my lips, pounced and went for the jugular. At the end of class, I was told by a peer that I might have been…slightly, what was the word she used…”combative.”
So as I passed by his office this morning I noticed that he was sitting in his desk chair with a look that says “I’m thinking, but really, I want to be interrupted so I can have an excuse to do something else” so I obliged, wanting to make sure that I didn’t overstep my bounds.
Me: I was told by a peer that I might have been slightly combative the other day, so I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t attacking you, but the paper that was presented
Prof: I’m European, I’m used to combative academics! It’s wonderful.
“I’m European, I’m used to combative academics!”
On my way into the department (I come in through the back entrance because of where the inter-campus shuttle lets off) I pass by the office of my afternoon Linguistic Anthropology professor daily. The course he teaches is listed for both graduate students as well as undergraduate students. The other day we were discussing a different professors research and it had mass generalizations and bigger holes in her arguments than the Titanic did after it made nice to the iceberg…this was something that everyone should have been chomping at the bit to say something about. However, most people were willing to let it slide and my eyes lit up like a lion when he sees a gazelle and my I licked my lips, pounced and went for the jugular. At the end of class, I was told by a peer that I might have been…slightly, what was the word she used…”combative.”
So as I passed by his office this morning I noticed that he was sitting in his desk chair with a look that says “I’m thinking, but really, I want to be interrupted so I can have an excuse to do something else” so I obliged, wanting to make sure that I didn’t overstep my bounds.
Me: I was told by a peer that I might have been slightly combative the other day, so I just wanted to let you know that I wasn’t attacking you, but the paper that was presented
Prof: I’m European, I’m used to combative academics! It’s wonderful.
I think I’m pregnant
I’m having cravings for Sushi and Hot Chocolate.
I think I’m pregnant
I’m having cravings for Sushi and Hot Chocolate.
Storm Update
The lights in my apartment keep flickering due to the high winds…it’s freezing cold outside (with wind chill it’s negative something), I don’t have any classes today, so I’m staying in and staying warm. I’ll do the readings for my classes in my apartment today instead of in the library. If the power goes out, I can still read by the daylight and eventually, by candlelight and I have soups and hookah and blankets to keep me warm in case the heat goes out again and plenty of stuff to read for class and for pleasure so I’m good.
Winters in Buffalo are fun.
If your apartment’s cold, at the moment, mine is nice and toasty so feel free to drop by, there’s more than enough blankets and floor pillows, for everyone.
Stay warm everyone!
Storm Update
The lights in my apartment keep flickering due to the high winds…it’s freezing cold outside (with wind chill it’s negative something), I don’t have any classes today, so I’m staying in and staying warm. I’ll do the readings for my classes in my apartment today instead of in the library. If the power goes out, I can still read by the daylight and eventually, by candlelight and I have soups and hookah and blankets to keep me warm in case the heat goes out again and plenty of stuff to read for class and for pleasure so I’m good.
Winters in Buffalo are fun.
If your apartment’s cold, at the moment, mine is nice and toasty so feel free to drop by, there’s more than enough blankets and floor pillows, for everyone.
Stay warm everyone!
Is this what it felt like?
When I was younger, my Dad took my family to the Smithsonian, and we traveled through the museum and I looked at models of what rooms in houses looked like during wars and I would imagine what it might be like to actually be sitting in those rooms, waiting for more news from the front lines in Germany, in Japan, in Vietnam, in Korea.
I would envision my husband coming home in his uniform, and then me leaving in mine. I would imagine if the occupants of the house would look out of the window in fear, in case a bomb would fall from the sky, perhaps think that a sailors sky at night was just a little too red.
Years, later, I was at the Sands Point Preserve on Long Island at a museum exhibit they had on Aliens (as in little green men) and the 1950’s and again, I’d look at these model houses and imagine what life might have been like, the fear of Communism creating tension in a room at a dinner party…that lawyer keeps saying things that don’t sound right…I would imagine what people would say to each other, as they took their coat from their neighbor who was stopping by for a minute to talk about the news and imagine the feelings that went through their body as they hung up the coat…what now, what next, who was fingered as a Communist Spy this time…
And then of course, I’d look at exhibits about life during the 1960s and I’d wonder what it might be like to take part of the sexual revolution and I’d try to look through the eyes of those who actually lived in that exhibit…
And I can’t help but wonder if I’m ‘feeling the right’ things so to speak, as I see headlines that says Bush wants 100 billion more for war, is he really a ‘war time’ president; well yes, there’s a war going on so that does make him a war time president. But is this how people felt at other times? Because when I was at the museums I’ve always imagined that the feeling must have been so much more intense, so much more….real.
Just some ruminations.
I have some real stuff to post later.
Is this what it felt like?
When I was younger, my Dad took my family to the Smithsonian, and we traveled through the museum and I looked at models of what rooms in houses looked like during wars and I would imagine what it might be like to actually be sitting in those rooms, waiting for more news from the front lines in Germany, in Japan, in Vietnam, in Korea.
I would envision my husband coming home in his uniform, and then me leaving in mine. I would imagine if the occupants of the house would look out of the window in fear, in case a bomb would fall from the sky, perhaps think that a sailors sky at night was just a little too red.
Years, later, I was at the Sands Point Preserve on Long Island at a museum exhibit they had on Aliens (as in little green men) and the 1950’s and again, I’d look at these model houses and imagine what life might have been like, the fear of Communism creating tension in a room at a dinner party…that lawyer keeps saying things that don’t sound right…I would imagine what people would say to each other, as they took their coat from their neighbor who was stopping by for a minute to talk about the news and imagine the feelings that went through their body as they hung up the coat…what now, what next, who was fingered as a Communist Spy this time…
And then of course, I’d look at exhibits about life during the 1960s and I’d wonder what it might be like to take part of the sexual revolution and I’d try to look through the eyes of those who actually lived in that exhibit…
And I can’t help but wonder if I’m ‘feeling the right’ things so to speak, as I see headlines that says Bush wants 100 billion more for war, is he really a ‘war time’ president; well yes, there’s a war going on so that does make him a war time president. But is this how people felt at other times? Because when I was at the museums I’ve always imagined that the feeling must have been so much more intense, so much more….real.
Just some ruminations.
I have some real stuff to post later.