Moot Thoughts & Musings

So I took Ellis over to my in-law's for trick-or-treating. They have a great neighborhood. We live in a state park. Nuff said.

Ellis went as a car. Which is currently His. Favorite. Thing. Ever.

We made it to one house, across the street. Then we came back and ditched the costume, which was great, but you know 1-yr-olds, they have a limited attention span.

Ellis had waaaaay more fun hanging out in the front yard watching the kids go by and cars crawl down the street. He wanted to follow every big kid that came by.

We met some neighbors, admired their jack-o-lanterns, and ran around. It was a warm, balmy evening, and everyone was out enjoying it. The costumes were great, too! My favorite was a group of kids plastered in face paint and drapey clothing paraphanelia. I always make kids tell me what they are before I give them candy. They professed to be zombies, but I think it was an excuse to go crazy with face paint. My other favorite was an eager brother and sister. They came up and said "trickortreatI'mCinderella!" "TrickorTreatI'maRobber!" Clearly, they were enthused about their costumes. The "robber" was an excuse to wear a miner's lamp on his head. I guess these city kids don't know what spelunkers are.

Will post pictures (of Ellis and car costume) later. Am. So. Tired.

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The protest at Gallaudet is over. The Board of Trustees met over the week and rescinded the contract from Jane Fernanded for the position of incoming president. Having heard absolutely zero good about her; having seen her NOT act in a reconciliatory manner during the protest; having heard many stories in which she has hurt many people--I'm glad she is not going to be put in such a position of leadership.

Read about it on:

The Washington Post
Deaf DC Blog
Gallaudet's press release
Deaf in the City blog

All talk of the desire for communication and healing. Again, I highly recommend reading Deaf in the City, for profundity and lucidity.

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My iTunes shuffle just landed on "It's Christmastime in New Orleans!", Louis Armstrong.
I'm. going. to. die.

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Ellis has been getting molars. Which means that I have not been getting good sleep. Somewhere around 1am and 3 am he wakes up, I settle him, make him as comfortable as possible (one night it took teething tablets, Tylenol, a diaper change, and a bottle of water). But he takes awhile before he's really settled, so I hang out by the crib to pat his back in case he starts stirring so that he doesn't really wake up again. The length of time gradually increases, and finally he doesn't wake up until morning (or the next bout of discomfort). But I'm left hanging. In desperation, I snooze on a big pillow beside his crib between settling sessions. When he doesn't wake up because he's finally settled, I don't wake up and end up sleeping for I don't know how long on the floor, and then wake up and drag myself back to bed. I didn't know where I was when I woke up at one point this morning. Bed? Floor? Huh?

So I had another crazy dream, most likely floor-induced. It was probably inspired by the fact that I had been thinking a lot about my Latin Professor Who Died, due to the previous night's dream. In last night's dream, it was my advisor who died of cancer (like Latin Professor). Weird. As far as I know, my advisor is in perfect health, thank goodness. But it was one of those weird dreams that seems so real when you're dreaming them. I was even calculating effects on my thesis, which he had passed before he died, so that was good. Hmm. That's like when my Undergrad Advisor's dissertation advisor died suddenly. He had a heartattack on a gondola...shortly after he had passed my advisor's diss, so all was well on that front.

Hmm. Death.

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Tagged by Kate, who has an awesome soundtrack. Mine is going to be a weird dorky melange, and it doesn't help that I don't have a ton of music in iTunes. So anyway, here goes....

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD YOUR SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool..

Opening Credits:
Prelude in g minor, by Rachmaninoff, performed by Horowitz

Waking Up:
Ode to a Butterfly, Nickel Creek

First Day At School:
The Foggy Dew, the Chieftans

Falling In Love:
Je ne crois pas, In-Grid
HA!

Breaking Up:
Missa Papae Marcelli: Credo, Palestrina (oxford camerata)

Prom:
Chasing the Fox, the Chieftans

Life's OK:
"Maladetto Sia Aspetto" from Olympia's Lament, Monteverdi (Emma Kirby)

Mental Breakdown:
"Salvator Noster" from Vespers, Monteverdi

Driving:
"Quel Sguardo Sdegnosetto" from Olympia's Lament, Monteverdi

Flashback:
"L'isle joyeuse", Debussy (Horowitz)

Getting Back Together:
"Magnificat" from Magnificat, Monteverdi

Wedding:
"BP" by Edgar Meyer/Joshua Bell

Birth of Child:
"River, Sea, Ocean" Badly Drawn Boy

Final Battle:
Missa Aeterna Christi Munera: Credo, Palestrina

Death Scene:
"Be here to Love Me" Norah Jones

Funeral Song:
"Death by Triple Fiddle" Bell and Meyer HAHA!

End Credits:
"Whose Child is this anyway?" Sufjan Stevens christmas

Well, that it's. Not too exciting.

Tags should be fun: FUNKE!!!, Erica, I think I'll go out on a limb and tag anyone at Dial "M", and Linnea. Have fun!

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Last night I dreamt about Ablative Absolute. I was having terrible angst about what tense to translate it into. My Latin Teacher Who Died was there giving all sorts of reassurance, calmness, and clarity into the mysteries of ablative absolute.

I'm not even doing a translation project!

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Hello, writer's block, my old friend. Come to talk to you again.

The time I have to myself to write is precious. Tuesday's my mom comes for a bit. So I'm supposed to be sitting here making tremendous progress, and so far I've managed to paste a few things around, re-read some old paragraphs I wrote, and try to figure what I'm supposed to do. Chris asked, "So what are going to do today?" And I said, "start writing and see where it takes me." But, realistically I don't really write like that, because I lack the fluidity. I'm just not the type that Starts Writing. But at the same time, I'm not sure what the final organization is going to look like, how the clumps are going to come together. Hmm. Maybe I'll just work on clumps and worry about introduction later. It's a hard to introduce fuzzy fog. See, writing this blog post is already helping, because, first of all, I'm writing, which I am not when staring at the blinking cursor in a word document, wondering if I can actually make an shuffle in my iTunes. (So far it's not been that great. I just have too small and too diverse of a library. I just need to make "Study Mix"...anybody got some great ideas for good study music. I used to be the study music, then I stopped, now I'm on again. It lets me know time is passing and drowns out the oppressive silence.)

Feels good to be typing, let's carry some of the momentum back on over to the word doc.

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dress vintage fabrics, size 86/18 months
Originally uploaded by kinchimama.

Found these adorable dresses on Flickr. This woman is a genius! I love where she finds her fabric. Recycled tablecloths, pillowcases. Definitely worth a quick peak at her work.

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There was an article in the Times today about the Gallaudet protest. The headline reads "Turmoil at College for Deaf Reflects Broader Debate." (An aside: it's technically not a college, rather a university; granting graduate degrees and all that.)

So, guess what the broader debate is, according to the Times: cochlear implants.

No kidding! Far too much time is devoted to the cochlear implant issue in this article. Granted that is a somewhat controversial issue, it bears zero relevance to the main issue of the protest, the fact that Fernandes is an ineffective leader, especially of a university.

Kind of makes you wonder if a little spinning isn't at play?

Do read: Why is the Gallaudet Community protesting?"

It makes me kind of sad. For many people, their only contact with the protest, and, by extension, Deaf culture, will be the Times article, which is so off the wall.

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It's National Popcorn Poppin' Month.

Count me in!

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Rebecca's picture that I've arbitrarily called "Leap off of Haymound" and Katie's beautiful portrait of her daughter Eden have given such delight this morning as I sit with my computer accompanied by the dreariness outside and the march of black and white words across the screen.

Found this pic on Flickr

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The next installment of the history of the current Gallaudet Protest is up on Deaf in the City.

I'm just shocked. I can't believe that an administration is behaving so badly. You want to shake them and say, "Hello! This isn't a dictatorship!"

To carry on with a Harry Potter analogy in the post, I feel the horror like reading Harry Potter 5. Remember that sense of dread in the book when the place that was once safe was all of a sudden the enemy?

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I love the Christian Science Monitor! Who can resist a headline like that? It's downright poetic!

So America's 300millionth citizen was born. Though no one is sure who s/he is. Just the Census Bureau prediction. You know what I love about the article? It immediately launches into a discussion of diversity, economic, and environmental concerns. It's cautiously optimistic; there's a bouyant feeling when you think about Baby #300,000,000 lying all bundled up in a blanky and a diaper in a hospital somewhere. All too soon, however, the realities begin to siphon through this effervescence. What about the economy? the diverse legal status of America's workforce? and natural resources? These aren't problems that will go away.

As life in America becomes more complicated, it's a fight to live a simple life. What did we do before paper towels and prepackaged salad?

Currently my personal battle in the fight Live Simply is the quest for new dishcloths. I've been using the same ones since we were married, about five and a half years now. They're rag-bag worthy. (Yes, I have a rag-bag, too.) I cannot find a simple dishcloth in a store to save my life. It's all about the sponge now. You use them until they're gross and then throw them away. If you have a nice neat stack of dishcloths and towels, you can wake up in the morning to a clean sink and a fresh cloth and towel. I guess you could argue about the power and water that's used to clean the cloths. Maybe it isn't all that more economical in the end. Whatever. I like my matching cloths and towels even if they are totally worn out. So there. So much for my quest to Make Them Matter. I'm writing myself into a hole. Just stop!

Anyway, back to the Monitor, there's a brief series about this new landmark in our nation's social status.

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So my kind friends were nice enough to pick us up and bring us to their house for the past two Fridays. I sat in the basement and worked, and Ellis played upstairs. As Erin said, "Clearly, another boring day at home."

Three kids each for my two friends, and the cute red-headed girl was visiting, too. They used to go to our church, but now live far away. Great to see them!

Ellis is to the left of Yellow Shirt Boy. Clearly, he's suffering having to go to other people's houses while I work.

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But I'm not.

My thesis has been depressing lately. Being long-distance doesn't really have any perks. Period. Except that you get to be where your family is. Which I suppose is the ultimate perk, but in terms of daily academic existence,...umm...long-distance totally sucks. But I just talked on the phone with my advisor for almost an hour. That helped me feel less depressed. Less like a total failure, like why don't I just flush my head in the toilet? And Advisor said appropriately encouraging things like "fascinating topic" "excellent work" it's just the "...but..."'s and the "when you finish this, then we can start talking about how to incorporate it with that"'s that are making the thesis drag on for a little longer than I had hoped. I should finish this semester, though. I just might not officially graduate this semester. Which means that I would graduate a full FIVE years after I started Grad School...with a master's. Don't Ask. Long Story. Peruse the archives if you want to know. Just know that my dept and I are on good terms.

Not to mention that I really need to start thinking about Grad School Application, again, to the Local Fab Univ that I REEALLY, Really Want to Go to and Accepted me Last Year But then Couldn't Fund Me But Encouraged Me to Apply Again this Year with the Hopeful Statement of I would Have A Really, Really Good Chance. Got that? I really want to go there. I'm trying not to make it Utopia in my head. But every time I'm near that department it's just So Right!

So it wasn't a very productive day in terms of Thesisizing. But we got some cleaning done. Ellis is cutting another molar, poor thing. So I spent a lot of time just carrying him around on my hip, as that was the preferred mode of being alive for him. We went out for coffee, and Ellis wow'd the other patrons with his signing brilliance. Clever boy. I made a pumpkin pie and toasted the pumpkin seeds.

The day closes with a chuckle. The blogs have amused me tonight. Too many funny ones.

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I've been somewhat following, with interest, what's been happening at Gallaudet, especially since that institution may be an option for my son someday. I'm also intrigued with the protest from the perspective of higher education institutional politics. As this blog ruminates, "I wonder. What would happen if this was Harvard and 135 faculty and students were arrested because of protesting concerns about the administration? What would be different?"

I've been following the blog, Deaf in the City, for some time. The writer, who is Deaf, gives a very clear, well-written account of things. His History of Gallaudet Protest is especially informative and lucid. The mainstream media tends to fix on one or two points, but don't have a sense for the pulse of the matter, and I've found that reading Deaf Blogs is a much more helpful way of getting a sense of what's really happening.

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It was cold and blustery out this evening when we came in. I put Ellis to bed and made some hot chocolate.

I measure out the milk in the mugs I'll use. Add a few tablespoons of cocoa powder. (Get a really good kind like Cadbury's) A dash of cinnamon, a dram of Kahlua or Bailey's. And foam it up well with a $1.99 milk frother from Ikea.

Mmmmm.

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To the responders to the art meme:

The top 5 are Twirly, Lynn, Alli, Jo, and Em. If I'm nice and feel like taking more pictures, which is likely since it's pretty fall out, I might take one for katiek, Dawn, and AmandaK, too.

The first picture is for Jo.
It is entitled, "Kafka."

The next one is for Lynn. I was experimenting with long exposure and fingure-spelling your name in ASL. It's not as dramatic as I had hoped it would be. And the background is kind of unattractive, but the shelf in the boy's room offered the best height and light to place the camera.
"Your Name"

The last one, for now!, is for Em, who reads my blog. It features two substances close to my heart, coffee and advil. I thought you'd appreciate the Ikea mug. ;-)
"Come and Have a Cuppa"

I'll be back with more!!!

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I'm dreamed about my thesis last night. I dreamed that I was going over the manuscript I'm writing about with my advisor, and we found a small detail that would dramatically alter the history of early modern France. If only it were so clear....

My thesis isn't even about France.

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It's raining and cold. The window is rattling. It's a little annoying, because it's this low constant rattle. Grr. I think I'll go stuff a towel in it. I'm sifting through Foucault. I was up 'til 2. I'm not NOT having fun. But it's not like a blast either.

Ellis and I went to Pa School for the Deaf this morning. There's a structured play parent-kid time for infant/early toddlers on Wednesday. We've missed the past two weeks, but made it this time, thanks to the city bus, which we rode for the first time. So all I have to do is ride the trolley, and I will have mastered Philadelphia's public trans system. It's a little bit of a novelty for this girl who grew up in the country. I enjoy public trans, probably because I don't have to depend on it, but find it useful on occasion. Since we're down to one car for awhile, I'm finding it very useful that a bus stop and a regional rail stop are only a couple hundred feet from our house.

Anyway, it was fun to be back at PSD. Ellis needs to be around deaf kids his own age, and I need to be around deaf adults, with whom I can sign and watch them sign with the children, so that i can go home and be more effective in signing with Ellis. I met a delightful deaf grandma who was there with her grandson, two months younger than Ellis. Ellis and Alex ran around the room giggling. We had a great chat, and I felt the sweet exhiliration of beginning to actually communicate in another language, even though I didn't quite catch everything at first.

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So anyway, life isn't as bleak in the morning. I slept for 10 hours; my body is stiff, it's not used to reclinign for so long. Ellis slept through the night for the second night in a row!

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In a brilliant show of quick turnaround, in support of my babysitting schedule (i.e., when I have sitters), my advisor sent a few comments back today.

When you wait for something you know comments are going to hurt, you know it'll be shredded. But you hope content is overall there. I knew it needed a fair amount of revising, but I didn't think it needed quite as much. Apparently, I'm too heavy on exegesis and not enough on hermeneutic.

This depresses me. [Extreme grumpiness and apocalyptic thinking deleted]

And I'm feeling very lonely and isolated. I have no scholarly community here. Home Institution is 1200 miles away. *ugh, I hate this*

So my afternoon will entail printing this thing out, reading with a fine-tooth comb, and calling friends who may be able to help.

Ugh. Can somebody please find me a Liber Usualis. I think I'm going to cry.

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Since I got a piece of art (see E! below), now I have to give art.

The first five people to respond to this post, will get some form of art, made especially for them, by me.

The only catch: If you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well.

(p.s. I will give it away already, the art will be a piece of photography, because that's about all I can do.)

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Thanks, twirly!

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Ellis's signing has really taken off. It's so fun to watch. He can communicate so much about his world. Like "Remember when all those bugs were crawling on my window shade?" which he says by walking by his window and signing "bug," which looks like backwards "bird" on his nose.

Last week I gave him a few raspberries and signed "berry." He started signing "berry" back, so we had this little game of signing "berry, please" every time he wanted one. And then I'd stick a raspberry on his finger, like in Amelie. (I'm trying to get him to label his food; he walks around signing "eat" all day. *sigh* I'm toast when he's a teenager with his appetite.) So today I was giving him little chicken bits for lunch, which he usually likes, but then he started flinging them. Then he stopped, looked at me, and signed "berry." I didn't have any, so I couldn't give him any. He wouldn't eat anything else and kept signing "berry." It was so cute. A little strawberry yogurt with strawberry chunks appeased him for a little bit, but finally he just got down.

When I went to my produce shop this afternoon, I got him a little carton of raspberries. He was very excited about that. Then during his bath tonight, he just started signing "berry" and "eat" over and over. He pointed towards the kitchen. I kept trying to tell him that dinner was "finished," but he would not be swayed. So I got the carton and gave him a couple of berries. When he saw them he squealed with delight and sat down in his bath and ate berries right then and there. First, I just think it's so awesome that my 15 month old kid can tell me not only that he wants to eat, but what he wants to eat. Second, I think it's hilarious that all of a sudden he's on this berry kick; has an idea about what he likes and how to ask for it. Third, it could be worse, right? like cookies? It's moments like these that make me stand in astoundment that some parents don't sign with their deaf children. Yea, I know communication decisions are personal to each family, and I don't want to judge someone, because there may be factors I can't relate to or don't know about. But, dude, my kid has LANGUAGE!

A couple other of my favorite new signs are "rainbow." I put one of useless crystal candlestick wedding present things in the window that the evening sun streams through. It makes great rainbows on the wall. Now whenever Ellis sees light reflection anywhere, he signs "rainbow." "Bug," as mentioned earlier, is all a fun one. We seem to be getting a lot of this one kind in particular crawling around. I think it's seasonal. They seem to be abating with the cold. They're harmless and provide a lot of amusement for E.

Recently, he's started signing "book," and ever since has been more interested in looking at books. He'll just pull a couple off the shelf and drag them around and sit down and look at them. Yea, he fits right in around here. I'm glad that he can label things he sees in books, too, like "dog" or "cow." He knows a lot of farm animals.

He's doing "Daddy" properly now, with the 5-handshape and thumb tapping forhead. Still no "mommy." It's so sweet, though. Chris has been working a lot lately, and sometimes Ellis will just start signing Daddy and looking towards the door as if to say, "Hey, where's Daddy?"

Tonight I taught him "Kiss." We had a lot of fun with that. He thought it was hilarious.

In other Ellis's firsts, which I guess this post is turning into, he actually fell asleep in the stroller for the first time. Must've been the 12 block walk down Walnut Street. I'd think walking around the city would be too visually stimulating, but I guess he was just that tired.

Ellis and his buddy Joshua yesterday on the way home from playing.

Why am I so tired? I stay up all night and work on my thesis, and in the morning I have this scalliwag to keep up with. Don't you love his Mardi Gras beads? He seems to have discovered our stash somewhere.

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A draft is sent. Some edges a bit roughter than I would've liked when I woke up this morning, but not bad. The key is that now I can go to bed. Please, Ellis, don't wake up at 3 am.

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So this is how today started.
Thesis Status: Almost done with fussy section. Then rewrite intro and conclusion. Get examples straight (there's a lot). Get biblio straight (mostly done).

My dear friends agreed to help me with Ellis; they live in two apts in the same building. They're the ones with little boys born within weeks of Ellis, so he had lots of playmates along with their other kids. I knew this day would be way fun for him. My friend Christina picked us up, brought us to their house, and gave me a clear desk to work on in the basement. Ellis dug right into Josh's toys. So I'm working away. The Fussy Section is actually getting finished. At one point, somebody calls down, "Can Ellis have a soynut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch?" Sure, he'll eat anything. Then a little later, Christina, who has already picked me up and fed my child, brings down a plate of a wonderful chicken curry salad sandwich. I went up to put Ellis down for a nap, which didn't happen; because he was just too excited and environment too strange to sleep in, but he played nicely despite it. Then I went down and finished the Fussy Section. Phew!

Then I opened up a new document to paste together all the sections into one large document. I opened the first section, which is the bulk of the paper, and as I was looking at it, it looked like it had last Monday, before I had worked on it for days. Wait a minute! Where were all my revisions!?!??! I used the spotlight on my computer (a nice feature on Macs, which is sort of like Googling your hard drive). Nothing was coming up. Getting more and more frantic I kept looking. Nothing.

At this point, I'm sobbing hysterically. I couldn't find my revisions. DAYS of revisions. I'm exhausted and I need to send this to my advisor before I got to bed tonight. I walked up to their apartment where all the kids are watching Toy Story 2, and I'm standing in the kitchen just sobbing, and I can't breathe. Erin said, "Ok. TEA!" So Christina put the kettle on. I calmed down. We drank hot chocolate (ok, so we changed our minds). They tried to think of solutions and were all around wonderful and sympathetic. (Thanks, guys!)

I went back down to my computer and looked again, but then I remembered that some time during the middle of the week, I saved it to my flash disk. And I thought I had changed back to my home directory, but maybe I hadn't, maybe all this time I was saving to my flash disk. And I'm a compulsive saver; so I knew it couldn't have been just a matter of forgetting to save...not days worth of stuff. My flash disk was at my house. So Christina kindly drove us back home and yes, all my revisions were on the flash disk. Crisis averted!

I'm still a little shaken by the experience. Ellis fell asleep before 7 pm, plumb exhausted from all the fun. I ordered pizza from a place I can practically see from my house it's so close. I felt apologetic to the driver and explained I had a sleeping baby. he was like "dude, it's okay, really." Chris is working late. And I'm going to finish this draft of my thesis TONIGHT.

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p.s. As usual, make sure your volume is on.

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how about Google Transit!?!?!?

Only a couple of cities (mostly in the NW; not including PHilly) are available right now, but it is so freakin' awesome!!! I can't wait until Philly is included, because i can already think of like 3 times in the past 2 days where this would've been extremely helpful.

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...but does it ever feel like half of your research is just sheer luck? (not that I believe in luck, of course)

I swear, I just happen to be flipping through some random book, and voila! exactly a source I needed. Or I just happen to show the right page to the right librarian, who happened to catalogue such and such manuscript that happens to be exactly the one I need. I mean, how is someone supposed to plan this?!

Weird.

Speaking of more weird coincidences. This morning I was at the library, I was really tired (still am) and feeling a little grumpy and wanting to get home to write. When I checked the schedule, I realized that I had just missed a train and would have to wait another hour. So I decided to walk to 30th St. Station and catch the regional rail there; it was only 7 blocks. I never catch the regional rail there. I think that was the first time ever.

So I'm standing on the platform waiting for my train, which pulls up. Then I'm waiting for all the people to get off, so that I can get on. And guess who walks off? Michelle's parents! Who I haven't seen since college and who don't even live in Philadelphia (as far as I know)!

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Many have asked, and that is the word on the street.

I'm finishing my thesis this week. Well, at least a good draft of it. Things are going well, but I'm really cracking. Dude, I've even got my brother babysitting!

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