So, this morning on our way to our Weight Watchers meeting, I drove Molly and Harry and myself through the drive-through at Starbucks. I don’t eat or drink on WW days until after I’ve weighed in, so suffice it to say that the lights were on, but no one was home.
The drive-through at this Starbucks location has a weird setup, in that it spills into traffic once it gets busy. The solution to this is that people wait in the parking lot on the other side of the entrance and pull up when the line moves forward. As I pulled up this morning, I saw the car in front of me pull straight into the drivethrough line despite the fact that there was a single car in the waiting area. I saw the driver of that single car gesturing exasperatedly and felt her pain. No one wants to be butted in front of when queueing, especially when precious, precious caffeine is the commodity in question.
So, I pulled up behind the jerkwad, line-cutting car, rolled down the passenger window, and told the woman in the waiting car that I saw what had happened and that she could pull in front of me when the line moved forward. Well, then imagine my surprise when the attendant at the window gave me my coffee and Harry’s milk box and told me that the car in front of me had paid for my order in thanks for letting her in the line! Wooohooo! I was stunned and thrilled — that totally made my day! Of course, it occurred to me that I should have paid for the car behind me, but with my luck, I’d be paying for some dude’s entire office’s coffee order. Maybe next time I go there, I’ll pay it forward.
Posted by boxingoctopus on December 19, 2007
Can anyone out there recommend Write Your Dissertation in 15 Minutes a Day? My friend Layne said she would loan it to me, but I’m eager to get my hands on it as sort of a precursor to actually beginning my dissertation in a couple of weeks.
Posted by boxingoctopus on December 16, 2007
Last week, I took my last Spanish test for the semester and apparently scored well enough on it to earn an A in the class. Tuesday night, I turned in my last paper for my rhetoric/theory class, and got an A on it but an A- in the class (which is fine; I don’t really think I earned an A per se). The best part of the class came at the end; my final paper (on Derrida and Paul de Man and the work of memory and mourning) will probably end up being the primary theoretical approach to at least one chapter of my dissertation.
Speaking of which, I am now done with my coursework and am ready to advance to candidacy. All I have to do is fill out the paperwork. I hate paperwork.
Today I graded the last batch of papers for my 309K class and posted the grades, which inspired a rant about why undergrads should be subject to the +/- system rather than graduate students. But that’s a rant for another day, probably early May.
So, that’s it for the fall semster. I have some final things to do for the barbecue book, but other than that, I’m “free” for a month. To mark the occasion, I took myself out to see Atonement, which is desperately sad, impeccably gorgeous, and has been haunting me since the credits rolled. I’m only about 35 pages into the book, and I’m eager to pick it back up and re-immerse myself in that world, as bleak as it is. I have a friend who gets weepy whenever there’s a conflict between family members or lovers in movies and TV. Me? I’m a sucker for a good doomed-love narrative. There’s something about that longing that just hits me in the guts. I’ll probably see the movie again and buy the DVD when it comes out. That’s how much I loved this movie.
Tomorrow is holiday shopping (ugh) and on Sunday Layne and I are running a 5K. That afternoon, H and M and I are headed to San Antonio for an annual gathering we have with Matt’s ole buddies. Then I start my two-week tenure as a SAHM. So far I’ve planned a trip to the Children’s Museum, a paint-it-yourself pottery place, and a playdate with Jodi and Arden. Superhappyfuntime!
Okay, I’m going to go read the book now. In a post soon to come: an account of the movies I’ve watched and things I’ve knitted while watching them.
Posted by boxingoctopus on December 14, 2007
if this doesn’t make you happy, you have no soul.
Posted by boxingoctopus on December 8, 2007
I’ve noticed that a lot of students are wearing pajama bottoms and t-shirts on campus these days. My last day of class this semester is Thursday and since I’m not teaching, I thought I’d wear my pj bottoms, too. In fact, I think I’ll wear the whole set (mine is pink), complete with matching fuzzy pink socks. That’ll go over well when I take my Spanish test, right? And in my rhetoric/theory class? Discussing Derrida and (more) Ronell?
I got accepted to the national PCA/ACA conference in San Francisco in March, and my acceptance letter said that I might be a panel chair. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Only if I can bring an egg timer with me.
Posted by boxingoctopus on December 2, 2007