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It’s 2am and I have to get up in a few hours and go to work, but I can’t fall asleep.

I just lay awake in bed thinking about all the things I need to do for my car.  I love the freedom of driving, but not the cost and responsibility of car maintenance.  I need an oil change, new front brake pads, and a plastic splash guard replaced (injury by roaming cardboard box on the 10 freeway).

On a brighter note I’ve had some really great conversations about women’s rights this past weekend with intelligent and thoughtful friends.  Those kind of conversations make me feel more hopeful about the world in the way that news outlets make me feel worse about the world.

My apartment has been coming along nicely, I just need to take some pictures.  I also need to get around to having people over for a potluck or game night or something.


More soon.

I blog once a month for work and also started running the Libraries’ and Archives’ Twitter account.  I’m not sure if that contributes to my procrastinating about recording my life in my own personal blog.

I haven’t been taking as many pictures as usual.  I have a few from recent projects – I need to start uploading and posting those.  Most projects nowadays have to do with decorating my apartment or cooking something.

I made a great tart last weekend (but alas, no pictures!).  It was a mushroom and onion tart for a Game of Thrones watching party.  Lots of tarts and shepherd’s pie type dishes at the potluck.

I’ve been in a blogging drought lately.  I drive around town plotting what kind of blog updates I’m going to make, and then I sit down at the computer and get lazy.

I’ve been working on the frontmatter finding aid elements at work, which translates into a lot of hours starting at the computer in my cubicle.  When I get home I have absolutely no desire to turn on the laptop.

Mostly I’ve been watching a lot of British TV on Netflix.  For the longest time I’ve really wanted to like Doctor Who, but I watched a few episodes with David Tennant as the Doctor, and these randomly selected shows just didn’t hook me in.  I decided to do it proper and start with episode 1 of the 2005 season.  Ding!  That hooked me.  Guess I just had to watch them in order for the later episodes to have more meaning.

Once I finished that season I started watching Torchwood, and holy crap, next thing I know I’m an addict.  It’s like a slightly goofier X-Files, and I now need my crack fix several times a day.

New digs.

Okay, so I had a period of time last fall that was filled with some big (and unnecessary) dramarama, but now things are better.  I moved to a new locale in the Los Angeles region, and I am busy setting up my new abode.  It doesn’t have the old tyme charm of the last place, but the air conditioning works at this new place and the windows keep in the right air temperature.  I’m making it charming myself.

After a brief period of time working hard to find another old apartment in a relatively safe area with hardwood floors and a parking space (preferably under $1,000 per month to rent), well, I flat out gave up.  I’m pretty sure anything with those qualifications does not exist in Los Angeles.  If you’ve found it, double triple super bonus points for you!  I found a nice alterative place to settle down at though, that still clocks in at under $1,000, is a one bedroom, and is just the right size for me.  I’ll bring the personality.

My work commute is amazing.  On an all-lights-are-green day I can make it there in 5 minutes.  10 minutes on a bad day.

Guess I should take some photos sometime of the new digs.  It is still very much a work in progress.

For now though I’m going to bed – it’s been a very productive day of work, but also mentally exhausting.

In Light of Recent Events.

This quote is a lovely summation of how I feel due to privation of soul:

When a man’s life is destroyed or damaged by some wound or privation of soul or body, which is due to other men’s actions or negligence, it is not only his sensibility that suffers but also his aspiration toward the good. Therefore there has been sacrilege towards that which is sacred in him.

-Simone Weil

Weil is a pretty interesting character.  I’d like to read more about her.


I have a very strange relationship with meat.  I’m not sure how to explain how I feel about this food category.  I guess in a way I’m like a little kid refusing to eat their vegetables without much other reason than “they look weird!”

I was a really picky eater as a kid, though now I’ve outgrown nearly every picky eating habit – except my weird feelings toward meat.  Actually, if anything, I eat way less meat nowadays than I did as a kid (kid meat being things like chicken nuggets, hot dogs, sandwich lunch meat)

When I look at a piece of steak I think, “Cow goes moo.”  Even though a slab of steak is so far removed from its original home, I still associate it with cows, and cows are cute and scary and wonderful and I don’t want to eat Bessie.

When I look at a piece of chicken I think, “Yum!”  Especially if I don’t have to cook it and its white meat/chicken breast.  I’m weirded out by brown meat and anything with bones and grizzle and any piece that resembles a former body part.  There is something comforting and edible about homogenous chicken breast meat.  No surprises.

And fish.  Oh man, such a strange thing.  I think I ate some fish sticks back when my age was in the single-digits range, but at some point I just turned away from them (just like I stopped eating hamburgers at age 3).

In my play kitchen I’d put pieces of plastic neon-green lettuce in the toy frying pan.  I’d cook up a mean sauteed lettuce.  At the time I thought I was being innovative – who cooks lettuce in a frying pan! – but now that I’m an adult I can see that the magic of cooking lettuce was only magical because my parents never put lettuce in a pan.  Now I do it all the time (and I imaginary fist bump my 3 year old self for being so vegetarian and forward looking without even knowing that it was not abnormal – though being “normal” has never ever really been a goal of mine).

So yeah, meat.  You can take it, I’ll leave it.  Token gestures to the chicken gods, occasional pig prayers (skinny slices of bacon cooked until burnt, no-surprises sausage – familiar, mostly homogenous), and the rest will be lettuce for me.  Warm up that skillet!

To dos.

Things I want to do this summer (post-thesis turn-in and final grad essay writing):

1. learn/practice Spanish

2. (finally) learn how to play the ukulele

3. learn how my car works and how to replace the cabin air filter

Getting warmer.

I’ve spent a lot of time flooded with worry about how in the world I would finish my thesis on time.

Now, seventy-seven pages later, it is in the hands of my professors for editing.  I think it just might be okay, as long as they get the edits back in a reasonable amount of time.

Things are also going smoothly on the work project front as well.  I’m entering a data entry phase – I think I need to put together a good data entry music playlist, hah.  I went strong through the morning and early afternoon, but past 3pm I needed to come up for air.

Now, once I get my thesis edits back and put in the corrections and print out 5 copies on fancy cotton paper for binding – then I have a 20 page paper to churn out – and then I’ll be an MA graduate.  So close.  Come on May 15th!  I am ready for this song and dance to be over.

Thesis Panic, Part 2,234,254.

Nothing like creating a list of arbitrary, self-imposed deadlines to calm the nerves!

I also have a thesis formatting appointment, which means that the thesis baby will officially be birthed on April 28th.  Whoo-wee, a real deadline now folks!  March is gonna hurt, carrying this growing theoretical thesis baby around.  But man, I’m going to be 20 pounds lighter come May 11th!

Hooray for Thursdays.

Mopey McMopester laying in front of the front door

I would like to write a story about someone who saves the world because they make lists.  Mostly because that’s the only way I seem to get things done, so what if the right combination of words on paper could just make things “click”?

I’ve been integrating pieces of my undergrad thesis into my current thesis, and it’s really making me realize how much I’ve matured as an academic writer.  What I had three years ago was good, but I can see the gaps in it, now that I’ve had these years of detachment.

My class on 19th and 20th century European history (the only class I’m taking this semester), has lately been dwelling on imperialism, and makes me want to reread books I read for a class on the Literature of Imperialism back in 2006.  Doris Lessing and Rudyard Kipling wrote some pretty stellar autobiographies and I wouldn’t mind a journey back through their lives.

Thursday night NBC comedies have become the highlight of my week.  I tend to take the evening off and go to bed at a decent hour.  Hooray for Thursdays!  I usually have school or writing group meetings on Friday, so it never quite feels like the weekend’s started, but that’s okay.