I want to be self-employed. And I want to make things.
1.30.2016
1.28.2016
Commentariat of the mundane: a photo dump!
"Gee, I love going back and forth between the frozen windy weather outside and overly heated indoors during the winter!" -- nobody with extremely sensitive skin and eczema ever
Here, I took a selfie:
Here, I took a selfie:
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| Who needs face skin, anyway? |
Sometimes, I look in the mirror to check on the whole face situation when I have these extreme dry skin spells and it looks like a patch of my skin has dried donut glaze on it. Which, considering I scarfed down a half dozen glazed donut holes in my car this morning after I parked because I had two minutes before my 8am appointment, is actually entirely possible.
Anyway, not much terribly exciting news on the front line, or even the back line. I achieved decent office time dissertation progress last week, which is what I am going to assume caused the acute right wrist pain that I am currently suffering from. You know what are daily actions that you totally take for granted until you decide to develop a mystery wrist injury on your dominant hand? Opening doors, turning the steering wheel, and...um...cleaning yourself after a visit to the Little Disgruntled Doctoral Student's Room. Anyway. Dissertating is a dangerous business, especially when trying to do it while working an office job! I'll probably have to start using one of those ergonomic mouse/keyboard wrist cushion things that old people or nerds use.
In any case, lots of mundane things have happened in the last couple of weeks. I took pictures (doy):
1.22.2016
Snow Day check-in!
Today's Bro Award goes to our postman, who just delivered our mail in this arctic tundra. I think we could have waited for the one envelope of Costco coupons, but the effort was appreciated nonetheless.
Honorable mention goes to the guy who just BICYCLED past our house on the sidewalk while pulling his little kid behind on a sled. That's Snow Day-ing and adulting right. Ah well, back to my fireside blanket burrito.
1.18.2016
1.13.2016
Email fun with Acadaemia Nut and Professor Schmooblebottoms!
From: Acadaemia Nut
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:30pm
Subject: Watcha doooin?
Watcha doooin?
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From: Professor Schmooblebottoms
To: Acadaemia Nut
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:43pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
watching tv. recovering from my overindulgence in pizza.
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From: Acadaemia Nut
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:45pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
If I give you directions, would you be able to get dinner started?
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From: Professor Schmooblebottoms
To: Acadaemia Nut
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:46pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
Depends on the complexity.
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From: Acadaemia Nut
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:50pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
Easy.
1. Locate slow cooker. It is in the bottom cupboard underneath the Keurig.
2. Drizzle bottom with olive oil (shelf on top of stove).
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:30pm
Subject: Watcha doooin?
Watcha doooin?
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From: Professor Schmooblebottoms
To: Acadaemia Nut
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:43pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
watching tv. recovering from my overindulgence in pizza.
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From: Acadaemia Nut
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:45pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
If I give you directions, would you be able to get dinner started?
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From: Professor Schmooblebottoms
To: Acadaemia Nut
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:46pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
Depends on the complexity.
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From: Acadaemia Nut
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:50pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
Easy.
1. Locate slow cooker. It is in the bottom cupboard underneath the Keurig.
2. Drizzle bottom with olive oil (shelf on top of stove).
3. Cut up an onion. Toss in slow cooker.
4. Get stew beef meat (in refrigerator drawer) and put in slow cooker.
4. Get stew beef meat (in refrigerator drawer) and put in slow cooker.
5. Cut up six or so of those tomatoes on the counter (Reminder to self: I need to use those up.) and put in slow cooker.
6. Plug it in and turn it on to low.
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From: Professor Schmooblebottoms
To: Acadaemia Nut
Sent: January 12, 2016, 3:56pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
how much should i slice the onions and tomatoes? diced or what?
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From: Acadaemia Nut
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 4:04pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
To: Professor Schmooblebottoms
Sent: January 12, 2016, 4:04pm
Re: Watcha doooin?
Just chunks. Medium. No big deal--it'll all turn into a stewy mush anyway. You can throw in some carrot and celery in there too if you don't want to use them all up for juicing. I'm thinking maybe tacos for dinner?
Oh, and toss in some salt & pepper if you can. Or I can add it later when I get home. Whatever.
***
Fast forward to that evening. I come home and see that Schmoobles has dutifully done what I had asked him to do and the slow cooker is slowly bubbling and steaming away as a vaguely meaty aroma wafts through the house.
In the back of my mind, I notice that the rice cooker, without the cooking bowl, is sitting unplugged on top of the kitchen counter. But I think nothing of it. A couple of hours later, we are standing in the kitchen getting ready to serve up dinner. And I notice that the rice cooker bowl is sitting in the sink.
Me: "Wait. Did you think the rice cooker was the slow cooker at first?"
Schmoobles: "...Yes..."
In the back of my mind, I notice that the rice cooker, without the cooking bowl, is sitting unplugged on top of the kitchen counter. But I think nothing of it. A couple of hours later, we are standing in the kitchen getting ready to serve up dinner. And I notice that the rice cooker bowl is sitting in the sink.
Me: "Wait. Did you think the rice cooker was the slow cooker at first?"
Schmoobles: "...Yes..."
Me: "And you tried to cook raw meat in there?"
Schmoobles: "...Yes..."
Schmoobles: "...Yes..."
Me: *starts cracking up*
Schmoobles: "You should have told me exactly which one the slow cooker was!"
Me: "I actually thought to myself, 'Maybe I need to explain to him the difference between the rice cooker and the slow cooker.' But I didn't want you to think I was being patronizing!"
Schmoobles: "You should have told me exactly which one the slow cooker was!"
Me: "I actually thought to myself, 'Maybe I need to explain to him the difference between the rice cooker and the slow cooker.' But I didn't want you to think I was being patronizing!"
Schmoobles: "No amount of detail is enough for me when it comes to the kitchen."
Hahaha. Poor Professor Schmooblebottoms. I think this means that he needs more practice cooking dinner.
Hahaha. Poor Professor Schmooblebottoms. I think this means that he needs more practice cooking dinner.
1.12.2016
Dissertation update: Mary is simply the breast.
"So great was [Juana de la Cruz's] renown that in 1512, a certain Franciscan visionary, convinced that he was predestined to engender a sort of Messiah, wrote to Mother Juana, inviting her to be the mother of the future prophet. ...Juana refused to be swayed."
Nice try, man. Sounds like the poor little horny Franciscan sure could have used online dating. You don't have to be lonelyyy at Spanish Mystics Only dot com...
The past two hours of reading has been completely overtaken by the topic of the Virgin Mary's breasts. Like, how, in Juana's sermons, she describes the Virgin Mary as a naked child, but whose breasts begin to grow as she dances for God. It's all very symbolic and metaphorical. I'm still skeeved out by it, though. I guess I'm Catholicing properly. How ironic.
1.08.2016
Important dissertation progress milestone!
I reached fifty pages!
Those dissertation pages sure fly when you're sitting at an office job all week with absolutely nothing to do.
I (and by "I" I mean "Professor Schmoobles") rewarded myself with chicken wings and a martini after work yesterday. Because what else does one reward oneself with after reaching a dissertation progress milestone?
Those dissertation pages sure fly when you're sitting at an office job all week with absolutely nothing to do.
I (and by "I" I mean "Professor Schmoobles") rewarded myself with chicken wings and a martini after work yesterday. Because what else does one reward oneself with after reaching a dissertation progress milestone?
Precioussss.
That being said, fifty pages is like NOTHING BARELY ANYTHING in Ph.D. dissertation terms. It's still all just introductory exploratory stuff. But whatever. I'll take it. Here's to the next fifty and my next round of celebratory fried food products and martinis!
1.06.2016
Back to work.
Both in the office drudgery sense and in the dissertation progress sense.
Ugh.
Is it just me or did last week go by in exactly ten seconds? More sleep please.
Anyway, two important dissertation-related things happened yesterday:
1. I learned that a sixteenth-century Spanish mystic shares the same name as a current-century *ahem* adult film thespian. Things I will not be clicking on on my work computer for 400, Alex.
2. A 15-16c. Spanish mystic named Juana de la Cruz, who is not to be confused with 17c. Spanish mystic Juana Ines de la Cruz (somebody tell me how to get the hour of my life that I wasted trying to clear up my confusion), dressed as a man to escape her family's attempts to marry her off to a man at the age of fifteen. Years later, she would claim that God had designed her at conception to be male, but that the Virgin Mary intervened in utero and requested she be changed into a female. This was why she was left with an Adam's apple. Scholars have suggested that this androgyny (or maybe transgender...?) allowed Cruz to arbitrate more successfully than most in her time the different levels of power assigned to males and females--she was allowed to publicly preach, which was an extremely rare allowance for a woman. Her writings also blur the distinction between male and female, resulting in the elevation of the female as an authoritative voice. FASCINATING! I mean, for me. Anyone else? Bueller?
Oh, also I was able to finish putting in information about one key figure into my ever-expanding Excel Spreadsheet of Dissertation Doom and even managed to add maybe a page worth of text into my actual dissertation document. Woo hoo!
Speaking of deserving a reward, Bossman said yesterday that he was going to bring in donuts this morning. I literally planned out my entire morning around this. And by "planned out" I mean "planned to eat donuts." But we've both been in the office for ten minutes now and there is zero evidence that he brought in any donuts. Grumble.
IMPORTANT UPDATE 30 minutes later: I think Bossman could feel the heat emanating from my fingertips as I typed that last paragraph because he just got up and said he was going to go take a walk to the fancy donut place near campus and pick up some donuts. SUCCESS!
Ugh.
Is it just me or did last week go by in exactly ten seconds? More sleep please.
Anyway, two important dissertation-related things happened yesterday:
1. I learned that a sixteenth-century Spanish mystic shares the same name as a current-century *ahem* adult film thespian. Things I will not be clicking on on my work computer for 400, Alex.
2. A 15-16c. Spanish mystic named Juana de la Cruz, who is not to be confused with 17c. Spanish mystic Juana Ines de la Cruz (somebody tell me how to get the hour of my life that I wasted trying to clear up my confusion), dressed as a man to escape her family's attempts to marry her off to a man at the age of fifteen. Years later, she would claim that God had designed her at conception to be male, but that the Virgin Mary intervened in utero and requested she be changed into a female. This was why she was left with an Adam's apple. Scholars have suggested that this androgyny (or maybe transgender...?) allowed Cruz to arbitrate more successfully than most in her time the different levels of power assigned to males and females--she was allowed to publicly preach, which was an extremely rare allowance for a woman. Her writings also blur the distinction between male and female, resulting in the elevation of the female as an authoritative voice. FASCINATING! I mean, for me. Anyone else? Bueller?
Oh, also I was able to finish putting in information about one key figure into my ever-expanding Excel Spreadsheet of Dissertation Doom and even managed to add maybe a page worth of text into my actual dissertation document. Woo hoo!
Speaking of deserving a reward, Bossman said yesterday that he was going to bring in donuts this morning. I literally planned out my entire morning around this. And by "planned out" I mean "planned to eat donuts." But we've both been in the office for ten minutes now and there is zero evidence that he brought in any donuts. Grumble.
IMPORTANT UPDATE 30 minutes later: I think Bossman could feel the heat emanating from my fingertips as I typed that last paragraph because he just got up and said he was going to go take a walk to the fancy donut place near campus and pick up some donuts. SUCCESS!
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