Posts Tagged ‘it’s on fire jim’

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Week Two Friday Roundup

January 15, 2010

This has been a long, weird week, as such weeks tend to be for me. This round-up is just a collection of links to posts I put up today, but backdated; I think this is the best way to keep the notes as clean and non-ridiculous as possible. I’m also trying to switch to a non-tabbed way of nesting the notes, so you can sort of see the progression of that throughout the week. Today’s notes are easily the neatest.

Monday, I was way too tired and sore to deal with much, so I ended up going to school in my pajamas and bathrobe. I’m not proud. The count of professors who have seen my bathrobe is now up to six, actually. I suspect I won’t get away with that quite so much when I’m a grad student, so I’m trying to get it out of my system early on.

Wednesday, there was a bus-missing incident between Bonny Doon and campus, and my housemates and I ended up hiking five miles through the muddy redwood forest to get to class. I was an hour early, they were an hour late, we were all sort of damp and bedraggled. I also managed to step into a bog and get soaked to the knees, and frankly I’m proud that I made it to that class at all.

On Fridays, Prof. Godzich has a tradition of doing a bit of prepared Q&A before delving into his lecture notes, so today’s edition has some giant walls of text wherein I was trying like mad to basically write down his whole answer word-for-word. It’s… semi-successful but I fear I was typing so fast and loud that I annoyed a few of my peers. Ah well, this is why I sit closer to the back now.

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This would be why I hate August

August 13, 2009

I don’t mind admitting that I’m having a hard time this month. I have a long history of seasonal emotional troubles, and late summer is always the worst. I may have taken on more than was wise for summer classes, and I’m now regretting it– but it’s much too late to drop one class, because these sessions are only five weeks long and all the administrative dates are accelerated.

One of the strong contributing factors to my stress right now is the fire. That’s very close to where I live. About five miles. And I’ve lived in California all my life; I’ve always been peripherally aware of seasonal wildfires, always moreso when the smoke gathered and choked us all in Silicon Valley for weeks at a time. It’s not really the smoke I’m worried about just now, though. The wind is gusty and keeps changing– it’s blowing the fire away from us now, yes, but it can easily change in less than twenty minutes, and these fires spread, like… well, like wildfire. It went from nothing to a thousand acres over the course of last night.

I can’t really do anything about this right now, though, except put all my precious papers and instruments in my car with me before I go to school. I’ve got about seven continuous hours of class today, plus a midterm. Originally this post was going to be a P.S.A. about fire-safety and wild-fire preparedness, but I think I’m a little too stressed out to write that up right now. Oh well.