For the past three days I have been knee-deep in deponent verbs, the preaching of the First Crusade, a massive carb-eating bonanza in order to rid my cupboard of
chametz, and a sore throat that is horrible in the mornings, when I need to walk the mile into town and be alert in lectures, and eases off at night, when I am doing nothing that bears on my GPA. So, this morning, when I looked out the window to visibility levels of maybe three feet, classes were canceled; and by canceled, I mean that I blew them off. Sleeping in until twelve, the BBC Pride and Prejudice, and half a pint of Caramel Chew Chew all restored me to a better humor, though, and at seven I went outside to take some pictures of what fog in Scotland
that hasn't lifted in twelve hours looks like.
House 19 is quickly emptying for break, which means that my own
Traveldammerung, 10+ days of consecutive journeying across the United Kingdom, draws nigh. Will be sure to keep ya'll posted on my destinations and the adventures had therein. Passover, too, approaches, and last night at Jew Soc's Prince of Egypt showing I met a lovely post-doc fellow named Leslie, who has a car (!) and was happily willing to include me in whatever she ends doing for Pesach - whether it's in Edinburgh, or here in St. Andrews. I need to find a Judaica shop, like stat, because Tesco sells neither matzah nor Manischewitz, which recently I have had the most unexplainable and irresistible urge to buy.
As an aside, how crazy awesome was la historia de Ricardo Alpero en la programa Perdido la noche pasada? I loved it, not the least because my Spanish finally payed off on this show. I'm glad they didn't even pretend to have a B story and just revealed some mythology instead. Loved The Stand shout out to Lloyd as well. Nestor Carbonel was amazing. He does like three different accents in a 42 minute period. Just, you know, FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION, Emmy Voters. There are more obvious Biblical parallels in the story, but the cork conversation Richard and Jacob have on the beach pretty much validates my own Book of Job/Dark Tower leanings as to the end-game of the show. The writers have renewed my complete confidence in them by delivering above and beyond all expectations. I cannot wait for
The End.
For the past three days I have been knee-deep in deponent verbs, the preaching of the First Crusade, a massive carb-eating bonanza in order to rid my cupboard of chametz, and a sore throat that is horrible in the mornings, when I need to walk the mile into town and be alert in lectures, and eases off at night, when I am doing nothing that bears on my GPA. So, this morning, when I looked out the window to visibility levels of maybe three feet, classes were canceled; and by canceled, I mean that I blew them off. Sleeping in until twelve, the BBC Pride and Prejudice, and half a pint of Caramel Chew Chew all restored me to a better humor, though, and at seven I went outside to take some pictures of what fog in Scotland that hasn't lifted in twelve hours looks like. 
House 19 is quickly emptying for break, which means that my own Traveldammerung, 10+ days of consecutive journeying across the United Kingdom, draws nigh. Will be sure to keep ya'll posted on my destinations and the adventures had therein. Passover, too, approaches, and last night at Jew Soc's Prince of Egypt showing I met a lovely post-doc fellow named Leslie, who has a car (!) and was happily willing to include me in whatever she ends doing for Pesach - whether it's in Edinburgh, or here in St. Andrews. I need to find a Judaica shop, like stat, because Tesco sells neither matzah nor Manischewitz, which recently I have had the most unexplainable and irresistible urge to buy.
As an aside, how crazy awesome was la historia de Ricardo Alpero en la programa Perdido la noche pasada? I loved it, not the least because my Spanish finally payed off on this show. I'm glad they didn't even pretend to have a B story and just revealed some mythology instead. Loved The Stand shout out to Lloyd as well. Nestor Carbonel was amazing. He does like three different accents in a 42 minute period. Just, you know, FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION, Emmy Voters. There are more obvious Biblical parallels in the story, but the cork conversation Richard and Jacob have on the beach pretty much validates my own Book of Job/Dark Tower leanings as to the end-game of the show. The writers have renewed my complete confidence in them by delivering above and beyond all expectations. I cannot wait for The End.
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