"I have a car that will take you away, but you have to drive."
So, instead of finalizing my Europe trip, I spent much time today planning ahead for classes next semester. ::fails::
HOWEVER, turns out it's kind of awesome.
ASL II is Tuesdays, ASL III is Wednesdays, and then ASL IV is Thursdays which would conflict with CAUMC small group except that by then it'll be summer so it's a MW course. (Of course, small group was Monday when I started attending, so it's always possible that other people's schedules will change and Thursdays will no longer be maximally optimal. But I'm planning based on current information.)
ALSO, I've been seriously considering taking Introduction to the Classics of Western Thought I
(Fall&Spring; Mondays both terms, so no ASL conflict) but I was also seriously considering taking it for credit -- despite the fact that last year I was so not into doing the work for the classes I was taking. So I was gonna e-mail the professor and ask for a copy of the syllabus (even a preliminary one) to get a feel for whether the written work was gonna be something I would really be into doing. Turns out, this course isn't offered for graduate credit, so that solves my problem for me, 'cause I'm not gonna take stuff for undergrad credit. (So I'll just audit it.)[Okay, I'm sort of tempted by Religion, Liberalism, and Democracy, 'cause it's distance-only. History of Ancient Christianity would be cool, but Thursdays=no. Really I know that I'm going to be doing plenty of reading on my own so I shouldn't feel bad about not actually taking a Religion class.]
People keep commenting on the weather being too warm, and I keep thinking it's not bad. What parallel universe have I been transported into?
I'm hardly one to endorse extremes, but really, people, what is
your comfort range?musesfool posted
"Bodhisattva" by Cassandra Labairon, which is amazing and I think I need to print it out and post it next to my desk.
Browsing elsewhere, I found
"When the Temperature Hits Twenty-Five Below Zero" (with a protagonist named Velma
!) by the same author. Excerpt:
Surely it is cold; she nods at the window
filled with frost, but I couldn’t live
where it is always the same.
your words freeze; even a scream hardens,
falls and shatters, but it’s home. Home.
Part of me says "Yes!" but the cold is still of death. I've posted about this before
-- about the lack of representation of love of winter. Sigh.
I posted yesterday saying I'm really not a writer, and predictably, this makes me want to write.
Remember I talked about
daily morning church service? You would think this wouldn't be that hard to find in Boston (being a major metropolis, plus v. Catholic). I mean, come on, St. Catherine's in Norwood has 6:45am Mass Monday-Saturday. I found a few places with midweek services around lunchtime or shortly after the workday is over, but otherwise the best I can come up with is:
* The Episcopal Divinity School has 8:30am weekday services during the academic year
* Cathedral of the Holy Cross has 9am Mass Monday-Saturday
And with the Internet, I think I've found most of the Catholic, Orthodox, etc. churches. (Sarah
, if you ever wanna come check out Orthodox services again, there's an entire list
of area churches.) Okay, I finally found Weekday Services: Orthros - 8:00am / Divine Liturgy - 9:00 - 10:00am at Saint Athanasius in Arlington
-- which I wouldn't go to, for a number of reasons, but still.
I kind of want to do daily cardio before work, 'cause my schedule is never gonna allow for more than 2-3 times/wk after work and I would really like to make that 5/wk; and I could do Smart Girls Do Dumbbells
at some point at my convenience each evening.
(I remain excessively in love with girlyman's "St. Peter's Bones
." If I were to select a top song it would be "Reva Thereafter"
-- knowing the story from the live performance I went to -- but "St. Peter's Bones" is the one I've been listening to on repeat.)
Oh, and following up yesterday's post about representation, International Blog Against Racism Week
is August 6th-12th this year. I will have just returned from Convo and then will be leaving for Europe partway through, but hopefully I can follow it more than I did last time (in part, so much of the posting last year was about Pirates 2
, which I hadn't seen, and I'm spoiler-phobic, so I avoided all those posts -- though I bookmarked a lot of them for later reading).
I picked up the most recent (7/17/07) stuff@night
and this is from Hub Bub Party (p. 22):
Monday, July 23 & 30
Just as weekend nights are made for dancing and debauchery, Monday nights are made for recovery. But no one said you needed to regroup alone. Instead, head out for a chill night at the Geisha Lounge, the newest weekly party at Caprice (275 Tremont Street, Boston, [phone number redacted]. The space is decked out in Asian-influenced décor (with even the staff dressed accordingly); resident DJs Tamer and Gregory provide the soundtrack and after a few of the night's "Frozen Exotic Elixirs" --- try the Rainforest Refresher ($10) or the Cuban Breeze ($10) --- your weekend hangover will have calmed to a dull roar. Doors open at 10 p.m.; there's no cover charge or guest list, but do arrive dressed in "casual-chic" attire for admittance.
I really wanna go and see this for myself, but I would much rather go with company. Maybe I can drag Nicole or Cailin. (Obviously, any local people reading this are welcome to get in touch with me about making plans.) [I can't find an official website, but there is this
] quotes Richard Dawkins:
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die, because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could be here, in my place, outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. If you think about all the different ways in which our genes could be permuted, you and I are quite grotesquely lucky to be here. The number of events that had to happen in order for you to exist, in order for me to exist.... we are privileged to be alive and we should make the most of our time on this world. -Richard Dawkins
Of course I Googled to find the source -- and was annoyed that what I found didn't entirely match up. ( Nothing bad, just frustrating to detail-oriented me.Collapse )
Today was the first session of the four-week Pilates on the Ball class. It did not kill me ded as I had feared it might, though next time I'm definitely putting my mat closer to the instructor so I can see better what the f*ck I'm supposed to be doing. Trying to keep track of all (especially all this fucking breathing), yeah, I felt kind of overwhelmed and like I wanted to cry (which is a familiar reaction, though I was a bit annoyed with myself because I was not in fact feeling like I was about to fall apart -- it occurred to me later that this could be tied to the fact that a number of my friends are . . . not in crisis, but in difficulty, and I feel helpless) like the whole time.
(Sidenote: Waiting outside in the hall before class, one of the women was reading Us Weekly
and commented on the ridiculousness of the Hilary Duff weight-loss thing 'cause hello, she was not at all fat in that Before picture, and in that After picture she looks like she should eat a sandwich. I am coming to have a very weird relationship with being embodied. When we first entered class I was like, "There are mirrored walls? This was not in the brochure," but by the end of class I was kind of whatever, and I almost feel like I would be more comfortable working out just my sports bra [and pants of some sort! gutter-minds]
rather than wearing a t-shirt over it. I'm getting over being weirded out by naked people in the locker room and coming to be more weirded out by people who are careful not to expose any of their private parts when changing. Like, it's just flesh, people. And of course I also have complicated relationships with paying attention to my body and taking care of it -- food, exercise, etc.)
I would have loved bracing cold weather outside when I left the gym. The Red Line car I got on was not air-conditioned, so I decided to get out at Porter and walk some more, since I was in a foul mood, and walking that off tends to help. (I'm tempted to get out at Porter every day 'cause stairs are good for you.) I finally did find the street Ian lives on and think I found his house (he sent me a link to a Yahoo! Photo Album, which included a few exterior shots).
I really need to obtain good walking shoes.
When I passed CD Planet I saw a flyer for a (free) production of Henry IV
: Friday, July 27, 2007 -- 7pm -- Sanders Theatre (Industrial Theatre
I am so there. (Anyone else interested?)
Eric says S2 of How I Met Your Mother
is due out on DVD soon. I was skeptical 'cause "You are signed up to receive an e-mail from us when this item is available." on Amazon, and indeed, I can't find release date info anywhere online (checked Amazon, comingsoon.net, etc.). Of course I
think S2 should
come out soon, but I do not run the universe. Edit:
Jonah sent me this link
, which says "First Tuesday in October." /edit
While we're on the topic: for those who've seen S2