First Day of School
Marie and I enrolled for Tagalog 1A this semester... the first class begins in a few hours and frankly I am petrified. I'm having flashbacks to my horrible experiences in high school French.
= July 2007 = Main = September 2007 =
Marie and I enrolled for Tagalog 1A this semester... the first class begins in a few hours and frankly I am petrified. I'm having flashbacks to my horrible experiences in high school French.
The College of Chemistry's departmental seminars now have their own RSS feeds.
Science!
I don't want to seem like an elitist jerk here, but I get a little annoyed when I go to the College of Chemistry's coffee shop and every single seat is occupied not by students, but by construction workers.
On a whim last night we played a few hands of bridge. I hadn't really played since learning the game in my post-AP test Biology class allllllllll the way back in twelfth grade. As far as card games go, it's the hotness.
Can you tell that I haven't been in a blogging mood lately?
If I told you that tonight I was going to a fundraising party for a new play by Bill Pullman at Will Wright's design studio, would you believe me?
The lab across the hall is moving into the new building this week. If we lose access to their ice machine, all will be lost!
T_e followin_ keys on my laptop _ave ceased to function: g, h, ยด, backspace.
T_ank you C_aracter Map for makin_ t_is post possible.
We got a little culture this weekend, seeing the Shotgun Players performance of the Three Musketeers up in John Hinkel Park. Chilly though it was, outdoor theater beats the pants off the alternative. The show is playing through September - definitely check it out if you have the chance. Feel good about supporting the arts, etc. etc.
Though this was honestly my first exposure to the story, outside of the Charlie Sheen / Kiefer Sutherland / Chris O'Donnell movie version, which I remember being awesome but which I'm sure wasn't. The performance was very well done, but I can't say that I care for the play. The overarching message, I think, is that women are conniving, murderous whores whose only joy lies in the destruction of noble men. What an AP English essay that would make.
It's seldom that my blog life intersects with my real-world life, the former primarily being populated by people on the East coast, and the latter of course being on the West. So I was surprised when people from both worlds suggested I take a look at Twitter on the very same day. So I did. And now I've got one more dorky thing to do.
The best part the confirmation email, which ends with a series of quotes from various tech reviewers. I find this mystifying: "TIME Magazine says, 'Twitter is on its way to becoming the next killer app'". I'm a hip, urban, internet-savvy twentysomething who just signed up for the hottest social networking site around - what the hell do I care what TIME Magazine thinks? Does anyone even read TIME Magazine?
So somebody help build my self-esteem, and talk to me. Quick, before someone at work notices and makes fun of me.