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The Christmas tree is a nice background as I finish this paper. We put it up on Friday. We keep collecting ornaments and we have several new ones from England this year. It's starting to be a tree of memories, which I really like. Anyway, back to writing....
Current Mood:
calm calm
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for a seminar...ever....I hope. This paper is KILLING me. I just can't get into it. Urg.
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This Thanksgiving I started what I hope will be an annual tradition - running the Turkey Trot. It's an 8K and it was a beautiful morning. It's the first "race" I've ever been part of. It was fun and a lot easier than I thought it would be. I started running about 5 months ago with my girlfriend April. I've never liked running, but for some reason I got past the hump this time (probably because I couldn't not do it since April was waiting for me every morning) and I really enjoy it now. She was gone for a month and a half and I still went 4 to 5 times a week. I love running along the lake. In the process of running and doing WW, I've lost 28 pounds. Feels good. But, it feels a little like a dream.
Current Mood:
happy happy
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Last night about 3 or 4 inches of beautiful snow fell and Jesse and I played with the dogs at the park by our place. It was around 11 pm, no one was out, and the whole place was lit up from the snow. I love that. The crunching snow, snow covered Christmas lights on white blanketed houses - it's what makes me love, love, love winter. Our dogs were the first ones to make their paw prints all over the park - chasing each other around trees and white washing each other with sliding tackles. Making snowballs, the dogs begged to have them thrown at them so they could catch them in their mouths, which made it difficult to win a snowball fight - throw one at Jesse's head...miss...throw one for Caeli to catch like a football in midair....hurry and scoop another for Jesse's back...urg....I just got one on the back of the neck...hurry and scoop another for patiently waiting Cayenne to eat. Loved it. It was also pure elation because I had just finished the first essay for my written exam. Other than some editing and adding some footnotes, that baby is ready to be put away.

Then, this morning. I'm trying to keep the joy of the snow in my heart because sitting here trying to brainstorm and outline the next essay is depressing. The thought of going through the whole process again does not look inviting. But, I keep saying, it's half over. And if I get some thoughts down, for a reward, we're going sledding with some friends and the dogs (and our girls' best friend Baxster)...it will be a grand time coming down the snow covered land fill turned sled hill. Awesome. So, that means I need to write something in Word instead of here.

On a side note, does it ever feel to anyone else that what you write is so obvious? This process of writing exams has been fun in some ways - I know the material enough that much of the writing is just getting what is stored in my head on paper without needing to grasp at the air. But, this also makes me feel like I have nothing to say, because if I know it, it must be common knowledge. This is the same feeling I get in class when I think I have nothing to teach students. I feel like I'm talking down to them....but then I realize that they really think what I'm saying is new and that I actually have to explain it. So...it's hard to tell anymore when I'm rehearsing the obvious to my audience and when I'm saying something interesting. Hopefully, the essays are interesting....
Current Mood:
rejuvenated rejuvenated
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Just got my written exam today...now I have until the 10th to write. The questions are great, but I don't known the answers...a bit freaked out.
Current Mood:
stressed stressed
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While I was reading too much today and preparing for my written qualifying exams that begin Nov. 30, it occurred to me that I never posted any pictures from our trip to France and Spain. I am identifying with the bored gargoyle on Notre Dame the most right now, so he goes first:




One of my favorite sites (if not the favorite) was the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona. This is looking at the amazing ceiling:




The other favorite site was in Granada: the Alhambra. You can't really tell, but this is a ceiling inside the royal palace and it's so much more delicate and beautiful than this picture shows:



Finally, proof that I was actually there and that I was at one time carefree and relaxed, a picture of Jesse rowing me around in Retiro Park in Madrid. We liked to row after walking all day - I have another such photograph of Jesse and I rowing at Versailles, but I won't go to the trouble. Point is: I figured I needed to post something between the time I took my orals and the time of my writtens, since life has been happening despite my reluctance to comment upon it!

Current Location:
Brothers K
Current Mood:
tired tired
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YAY!!!! After 2 grueling hours of insane questions and strange combative posturing, I have passed my orals....along with most of my other colleagues. I think there was a 75% pass rate this time. Afterward, we stopped at the sleazy Keg at 4:30 with a JS (a very cool woman prof on both my and Sarah's committee), others began to show up and then at 8 we retired at my place for the night. It was a great time I think we all needed.

A toast with tequila shots with all the orals takers (well, half of Jason's face) and one awesome graduate admin holding cat:



Ahh...the girls after Sarah left very intoxicated:



Drunk award? He was bean bag diving...



What Nathan looked like all night (for 8 hours):



Jason with Nat doing what in the background?


Beautiful medievalist Jenny (the only non-Americanist in the crowd other than Nat the early modern pederasty specialist:

Current Mood:
rejuvenated rejuvenated
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For a moment. Turned in my last paper tonight. Just have to grade finals and a final workbook assignment and turn in final grades! It feels good to have the quarter over even if it just means studying for orals all Spring Break. Whatever. Jesse's in AZ now. I'm getting pretty lonely. After four nights, I want him back.
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So, everyone knows my dogs Caeli and Cayenne love the beach, and Caeli is addicted to fetching (especially soccer balls). My good friend John (and the owner of our neighborhood coffee shop along with his brother, which is the best coffee in town) was kind enough to get the girls and take them to the beach on Friday because I was swamped at school and had to be gone for 10 hours and Jesse was out of town. Usually, we all go to the beach together - his dog Baxster is the best friend of Cae and Cay (well, we think Cay is his bitch but that's another story). So, all is going as it usually is. Though the lake is frozen for several hundred yards out, people still go to exercise their dogs on the sand since the park gets really muddy in the winter. There's an unspoken code that everyone watches everyone else's dog and if a dog tries to get on the ice you call them back. And then there was a lady...

Who brought a big beach ball to the beach that day and Caeli LOVED it and became fixated on it. The trouble with a beach ball is that there is no way for a dog to get a hold of it, so it just rolls and rolls the more a dog tries to get it. This lady began playing with Caeli and then decided, for some INSANE reason, to throw the ball way out onto the ice! So, Caeli ran after it (disobeying John when he called her back because she was so insanely crazy about this ball). Of course, the ball kept going and going, and Cayenne and Baxster ran after Caeli because she's the leader of the pack. John said they got smaller and smaller and farther out and his heart about stopped, and then suddenly they dropped into a hole in the ice, one after the other. Baxster (who had never been swimming) popped immediately out and ran back to John on the beach. Cayenne got out next but then jumped back in when she saw that Caeli couldn't get out. After a bit and the whole crowd yelling for them on the beach, Cayenne reluctantly came out and whimpering for Caeli slowly made her way to land.

So, Caeli was swimming in this little hole in the ice and couldn't get out. John tried to wade through the ice but couldn't get through once he was up to his waste. They called 911 and then John had someone hoist him up on this big iron wall that goes a way out to try to get close to them. The cops got there and stopped him. The cops got out on the wall and using a doughnut on a long rope threw the doughnut out a few times until it landed in the little hole of water. John told Caeli to "get it" and she bit it and held on while they pulled her out of the water.

Now, I wasn't there, but John said she was disoriented and walking slowly. She finally got to the wall where they took her up a ladder and John carried her to the car. She's okay. They gave her a lukewarm bath (directions of the vet) and watched her until I got there. She was sore a bit and very tired since she paddled for 30 to 40 minutes in freezing water. Today, John went by the beach and it was closed with cops turning people away. I assume it's because of this incident.

Stupid lady.
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I was reading AG's journal and something she said made me realize I've known her for five years. This makes me want to start cursing. Not because I don't love her but because time is moving so fast and yet I'm still in school. How can that be? I feel I'm getting older. It doesn't make me happy.
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