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Weekend retrospective.
Three weeks ago, my Saturday involved getting to campus at nine in the morning, participating in a class discussion on different personalities and natural human variation, putting on my good little feminist hat and pointing out that - after one student mentioned one of his programming teachers who had The Grinch as his hero and was referred to as "the neuterer" - no woman would be able to get away with that sort of behavior. This got followed by a delicious, non-greasy panini for lunch with a friend, browsing used science fiction novels and laughing at the titles, watching a cricket game and thoroughly enjoying the consistent action, meeting with one of my groups to discuss the status of a project, getting a ride back to my neighborhood and being introduced to a modern curiousity shop. I got taken out to dinner at my favorite local place and shared drinks with friends.
The following Sunday had me wearing an XKCD shirt to a local tea place and both got complimented on it and used it as an introduction to the comic itself.
Two weeks ago, Saturday saw me dropped off by the bus four miles away the house and walking back. I meandered onto what turned out to be a back-woods service road through the park, walked past the reservoir and held myself back from jumping in, explored a playground, ate a poached pear swan from Food Glorious Food and got a cup of coffee from Tazza D'oro - which I would have bought things from on their names alone. I went past houses with private fire escapes that led from wrap-around enclosed porches to second-floor deck-type areas, early season blossoms, and found myself in an area I'd seen from the train but not on foot. I stopped in both Trader Joe's and Whole Foods, buying and sampling items respectively, and then decided to keep walking. From there I went to another little main drag, where I left the Sephora store in vague horror, got some free cookies at a small grocery store, and bought a new pair of barber shears at a literal corner at drugstore half the price of Sephora. From there, I walked back to my neighborhood, visited the library, bought some tea and a lemonade at the same tea place from last Sunday, and walked back to the house and collapsed.
That Sunday just had me visiting the campus library to get some homework done after what must have been pulling a muscle attempting one too many deadlifts. I've been taking it easy since, and should be able to ease back into my regular routine by the twenty-fifth.
Last Friday and Saturday I got two of the biggest stereotypes of librarians asked of me: "You need a degree for that?" and "I'd love to read books all day." For the first, I explained why a degree's needed with an extended analogy of a cookbook: "Okay, imagine a cookbook. Think of how the recipes are divided into chapters - think about how people decided what each chapter would focus on. Think about the index, how items are listed there, if it's by the title of the recipe or the main ingredients or the type of dish, like an appetizer. Think about the information for each recipe - does it list when to use everything, how much of everything, does it say how long it'll take to make this. Okay, now think of taking that for every item in a library." And it worked.
Sadly, I didn't have a ready-made response for the reading part, except to encourage her to get her own degree since they offer online classes nowadays. But there was the new Doctor Who, which had me literally cheering and clapping to an empty room.
Sunday, I met with the friend that took me out to dinner who'd also been taking care of my strawberry plants. We had coffee, took the strawberries for a walk around the area and commented on which stores were open Easter Sunday, and then came back to the house to watch Sports Night.
Given these past three weekends, I really have no idea what's waiting for me tomorrow. But I'm looking forward to it.
The following Sunday had me wearing an XKCD shirt to a local tea place and both got complimented on it and used it as an introduction to the comic itself.
Two weeks ago, Saturday saw me dropped off by the bus four miles away the house and walking back. I meandered onto what turned out to be a back-woods service road through the park, walked past the reservoir and held myself back from jumping in, explored a playground, ate a poached pear swan from Food Glorious Food and got a cup of coffee from Tazza D'oro - which I would have bought things from on their names alone. I went past houses with private fire escapes that led from wrap-around enclosed porches to second-floor deck-type areas, early season blossoms, and found myself in an area I'd seen from the train but not on foot. I stopped in both Trader Joe's and Whole Foods, buying and sampling items respectively, and then decided to keep walking. From there I went to another little main drag, where I left the Sephora store in vague horror, got some free cookies at a small grocery store, and bought a new pair of barber shears at a literal corner at drugstore half the price of Sephora. From there, I walked back to my neighborhood, visited the library, bought some tea and a lemonade at the same tea place from last Sunday, and walked back to the house and collapsed.
That Sunday just had me visiting the campus library to get some homework done after what must have been pulling a muscle attempting one too many deadlifts. I've been taking it easy since, and should be able to ease back into my regular routine by the twenty-fifth.
Last Friday and Saturday I got two of the biggest stereotypes of librarians asked of me: "You need a degree for that?" and "I'd love to read books all day." For the first, I explained why a degree's needed with an extended analogy of a cookbook: "Okay, imagine a cookbook. Think of how the recipes are divided into chapters - think about how people decided what each chapter would focus on. Think about the index, how items are listed there, if it's by the title of the recipe or the main ingredients or the type of dish, like an appetizer. Think about the information for each recipe - does it list when to use everything, how much of everything, does it say how long it'll take to make this. Okay, now think of taking that for every item in a library." And it worked.
Sadly, I didn't have a ready-made response for the reading part, except to encourage her to get her own degree since they offer online classes nowadays. But there was the new Doctor Who, which had me literally cheering and clapping to an empty room.
Sunday, I met with the friend that took me out to dinner who'd also been taking care of my strawberry plants. We had coffee, took the strawberries for a walk around the area and commented on which stores were open Easter Sunday, and then came back to the house to watch Sports Night.
Given these past three weekends, I really have no idea what's waiting for me tomorrow. But I'm looking forward to it.
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That shirt is made of win.
Also I wish I was still in college. Well, it's not like I really had friends hang out with me when I was in college, but at least the potential was there, I guess.
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Cricket's a lovely game.