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ENTRIES ARE ARRANGED CHRONOLOGICALLY. BEGIN READING AT THE TOP.
(Almost) a new year, a new page. In this installment, the scene shifts a bit more — home for winter break and probably back again — but I’ll still try to keep posting regular updates for those of you who get bored watching the snow fall.
Friday, Dec. 17, 2004
11:43 p.m.
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As the date at the top of this entry shows, I did indeed figure out how to access the home.cwru.edu FTP server from home. Our dial-up AOL service ("version 9.0 optimized!") actually includes a nice feature that allows you to connect to any FTP site, which is very nice for me since we don't have a normal FTP client on our new computer yet. Usually AOL is only remarkable for how wholly awful it is, but for once they've given me a nice surprise. Maybe it's an early Christmas present. So I finally got home yesterday after an exciting day out. My original plan was to wake up around 9:00, pack, and leave for home by 11:00. Well, Wednesday night I went out to dinner with Erin, Susannah, Jeremy, and Vicki (we went to the Quaker Steak and Lube in Valley View), and afterwards Susannah asked me if I wanted to go shopping the following day. Her mom couldn't pick her up from school until after work, so she (Susannah) would be sitting around all day with nothing to do. I really had nothing to do at home, so I said I would go and get an early start on my Christmas shopping. (Nine days before Christmas is an amazing amount of forethought for me. Last year I did, I think, all of my shopping on Dec. 24.) We started talking about places to go, and eventually I suggested Aurora Farms as a possibility. I don't know why; I haven't been there in about nine years. As a compromise in driving distance, we also decided that Susannah could just load her stuff into my car when we left, and then her mom could either pick her up in the evening from my house in Twinsburg or from the mall itself. We were both packing yesterday morning, but our refigerators were taking a long time to defrost, so we walked down to Thwing to take care of some errands. Baker was completely demolished; we were possibly among the first to see the new view of Amassa Stone Chapel and Crawford (and Adelbert too, actually) from the sidewalk by the medical library. This is a view that I'll be exploring with my camera as soon as possible — it looks like it's got some interesting possibilities. Anyway, we got back from Thwing some time after noon, then I tossed all my stuff into my car, closed up my room, and headed down to Alumni to get Susannah. We left campus for good a bit after 1:00. Aurora Farms (which actually has a longer official name involving "Outlets") is on Route 43 between Aurora and Kent, but obviously much closer to Aurora. It took us a while to get there because of heavy traffic and a stop we made at the bank in Solon. It's not really a mall like I said before: the older part is a collected of disjoint stores in buildings that try to make them look like little boutiqes and shops all arranged around a bit of a duck pond in the middle. Behind this is a newer version that consolidates about 15 more stores into just three strip mall buildings arranged in the shape of a U. The prices there are pretty nice since the stores are outlets instead of regular retailers. Susannah's mom came in around 5:00 — right as we were getting tired of shopping — and then I drove home by myself. Today, since both my parents were at work, I spent some more quality time with my car as I drove down to Akron to pick up my sister Chris so she could come home for winter break too. She showed me around her new dorm building, which is so new that it doesn't smell finished, and then we loaded her stuff into my car and drove back to Twinsburg. Our first port of call was actually Heinen's, so she could check her schedule and I could ask Ann about coming back to work over the break. She said it was kind of late for holiday help, but that she would check with another manager and let me know by phone if there's a spot for me. I'd honestly not be too upset if there isn't one, although the money I could earn would be nice too. Will all six of us back in the house today, my mom wanted to go out to dinner, but Katie promptly ran off to the barn where she takes horseback riding lessons and takes care of a horse. As soon as we got back from dinner, Andrew also disappered by going to a friend's house for the night. So it was just four of us at home this evening. I got started on two new knitting projects that I'd been planning for a while, then took over the family computer to write up this entry. Plans for the weekend: studying for the GRE, which I'm taking Tuesday back up at Case. |
Saturday, Dec. 18, 2004
4:04 p.m.
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We begin today's post with a quote: You'll do better on the GRE by putting aside your feelings about real education and surrenduring yourself to the strange logic of the standardized test. This comes from a GRE prep book by the Princeton Review that I got out of the library today, and it shows how stupid the premise of rampant standardized testing can be. It makes sense to use it in certain situations — I don't particularly mind the SAT or the GRE — but it seems that standardized testing is also be used in grade school and high school as a substitute for "real" education or actually thinking. While the GRE book is mainly only making the point that you can get a better score by trying to think like the test-makers think (which is probably true), school districts in Ohio are applying the same logic to make students score higher on proficiency tests because the state is now grading school districts based almost completely on those test scores. Bad idea. OK... that's enough ranting. I just wanted to point that out. You can guess, though, that I've been to the public library today: I got two books with sample GRE tests to go with the CD that ETS sent me when I registered for the test. The first book I looked at this afternoon suggested a study program of either four or eight weeks; I've got less than four days for mine. I also have a job at Heinen's, which starts tomorrow. Mom went grocery shopping today and happened to talk to Ann while she was there, and Ann said that one of the other managers ("Bob") wants me to start tomorrow. I called Bob back after I got home from the library, and we were able to compromise on me working tomorrow but getting Monday and Tuesday off to study and take the GRE. (Which means I'm pretty much guaranteed to be working Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday — right up to Christmas.) My Heinen's experience is also going to be a bit more diversified: I'm moving a bit out of the deli and more into general food service since they want to teach me to do the grill. Could be fun. Tomorrow's shift is 9:30 to 6:30, so I'll try to write up a full report after I get back. Other than that, I really haven't done anything else today except for a bit of GRE studying and a bit of knitting. The weather forcast is calling for a big snowstorm (12 to 24 inches) beginning tomorrow night and then highs on Monday around 18 °F; should be either a good study day or a good igloo-building day! |
Tuesday, Dec. 28, 2004
11:38 p.m.
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Right. So I kind of forgot about posting for a while. Time for a Week-And-A-Half In Review. Sunday 12/19: Work from 9:30 to 6:30 in the Heinen's deli. I was supposed to learn how to make stir-fry and stuff like that in the café grill, but I guess no one was around to teach me because Dale (the overall store manager) told me to go to the deli. I got to fill out the fun fun re-hire and tax forms — for like the sixth time! — and slice a lot of meat and cheese for people. A major snowstorm came in that day while I was at work, which added maybe six inches to the six or eight that were already on the ground here. It was fun to receive weather bulletins from the customers as they came back to the deli, but then at the end of the day my car battery was dead (because I'd left my lights on all day) and Dad had to come up to jump-start my car so I could get home. Monday 12/20: Day off of work for GRE studying. This rotated on and off with going out Christmas shopping, because I always end up saving that stuff until the last minute. My car had to be jumped again in the morning, but after that I drove it for a good long while and it was OK. Tuesday 12/21: GRE day, the moment we've all been waiting for. My appointment was at 1:00 in KSL, but I was supposed to be there 30 minutes early. I got there at like 11:45, ran down to the Observer office for a bit, found it was too late to eat anything substantial, and went into the test. Came out around 4:15 feeling like my two essays were rather crap, but feeling a bit better about my math score (780). Verbal (650) was OK, I guess, but I would have liked to hit 700. The cumulative score of 1430 is only 10 points higher than my SAT score back in 2000. After the test, I went all the way out to Mayfield Heights to eat at Panera's and do some more shopping, and got caught in horrible traffic in Lyndhurst and Mayfield Heights. Wednesday 12/22: Closing shift at work. The new time clock system was (sort of) explained to me. The essense of it is that you get docked pay and/or written up for every minute you're late, but clocking in early is just fine. Thursday 12/23: More work. Closing shift. Surprised at the number of codes I remember, though. Friday 12/24: Closing shift at work. (A trend, maybe?) At least the store closed early for Christmas. Thursday and Friday were two absolutely insanely busy days, with lots and lots more snow and lots and lots of crazy people needing to come grocery shopping. My grandma was over for dinner by the time I got home around 6:45. Saturday 12/25: Christmas — Heinen's is closed! Opened presents here, then went to my aunt and uncle's house in Hinckley for the afternoon and evening to see just about the entirety of my mom's side of the family. I didn't get much stuff this year, probably because I didn't really ask for much, but a few nice things just the same. Chief among these was a portable mini tape recorder that I can use at the Observer and any other reporting jobs I might get later on. Sunday 12/26: Are we back at work? You bet. Closing shift. The time clock and I still aren't friends, mainly because it won't recognize my fingerprint in about nine of out 10 cases. Monday 12/27 (that's yesterday): Closing shift at work again. Today: At work, but not closing for the first time ever. Chris and I were both working 9 to 6, actually, so we were able to drive to and from the store together. We were trying to work out lunch plans, but I had to go at 1:15 in order to keep things flowing nicely in the deli and Chris wasn't able to leave produce until 2:00. After dinner I tried to get my computer to do a disk surface scan, which finally succeeded around 9:30. My computer's been really screwed up since about the day I brought it home from school, and I'm really hoping that my dad and I can fix it up and do some upgrading before I have to go back to school. With work every day, though, this isn't that easy. My little brother also got a few new video games for Christmas, which so far are being used my dad about five times as much as my brother. So that's a quick summary of the last few days of my life here at home. Tomorrow I have my first real day off, and I've already got most of it planned out. I'm taking my little sister Katie out to lunch and to the bookstore (that was my Christmas present to her) around noon, and then I have to head up to campus to pick up letters of recommendation from Ken, pay my tuition (not really necessary, but why not?), and maybe actually do some work on my Observer style guide from the office. We'll see how it goes. |
Saturday, Jan. 1, 2005
3:08 p.m.
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A bit behind again, it looks like. But definitely not as bad as last time. Wednesday didn't quite work out as nicely as I'd hoped. I took Katie to lunch at about 12:45, and Andrew came too just for fun. Then we headed over to Borders (the other part of Katie's present) so she could look at horse books. I spent some time at the Fiction Bestsellers display, saw at least three things that looked worth reading, checked the prices of all of them, and gave up. I say, paperback books should not be $14; they can't be that difficult to manufacture. My guess is that most of the sale price is going to the publishers, because that's the way it works with textbooks too. (My number theory book this past semester was only about 300 pages, and it still cost over $85.) If a large amount of Borders gift cards ever falls into my lap, I may end up purchasing come combination of The Dante Club, The Time Traveller's Wife, The Life of Pi, and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. Until then, I guess I'll have to look for them at the library when I get a chance. Whenever that might be. After I took Katie and Andrew home, I drove up to Chandler & Rudd's on Chagrin Blvd. to pick up some crême de marrons vanillée to make a bûche de Noël some time before I go back to school. We didn't really do Christmas/holiday presents with anyone this year, but Nicole got me a really cool newswriting book, so I figured I'd bring everyone in my suite some French cake as a bit of a new year's present. At any rate, I came up Northfield Road from Harvard and into the scary intersection with Northfield, Chagrin, Warrensville, and Van Aken, but was forced to go round the mall in order to get onto Chagrin going west. Then I turned right on Chagrin when I should have gone straight across, ran over a large pipe that was in the road, got caught in traffic, and parked in a pile of slush before I finally got myself into the store alive. Chandler & Rudd's is a really cool specialty grocery store that Mme. Haymore pointed out to me freshman or sophomore year as the only place to get crême de marrons. They later got some at Heinen's, but I couldn't find it there last week so they must have discontinued it. At Chandler & Rudd's, the kind I've always gotten had somehow doubled in price, so I went with an American brand of the same thing; that was still $5.89. Then I finally made my way up to campus and parked behind my building — just like normal, except that all the buildings were dark and the parking lot only had three other cars in it. It was amazing, as I was driving in, that as soon as I hit the Cedar-Fairmount area I felt like I was coming back home to my own neighborhood or something; I could even look at Fribley without throwing up. After three and a half years, I think I've gotten to the point where I don't think of school as something to be avoided or something transient, but rather as the place where I actually belong and have my own life. Kind of a cool feeling, actually. By the time I'd gotten my letters and finished talking with Ken, I'd forgotten about paying my tuition bill, so I just ran over to the Observer office and worked on my style guide until about 5:20. On my way back to the car, I figured I might as well call in at Veale to see if I could get my running shorts out of my locker and take them home. The building, it turned out, was open until 8:00, so I went one step better: I put on the shorts and went running up in the cardio room. When I was done, there was just enough time to get over to the Cedar Lee theatre to see A Very Long Engagement, which is the American release of Jean-Pierre Jenuet's movie Un long dimanche de fiançailles. (It's got the same director and stars the same actress as Amélie.) It was quite good, but like usual my attention was split between actually understanding the French dialogue and reading the English subtitles to make sure I wasn't missing any plot points. Now that I know how the movie goes, I should probably see it again, forcibly remove the subtitles from existence, and actually watch (and listen to) it the proper way. Somebody let me know when it comes out on DVD. So that was Wednesday. Thursday and Friday (yesterday) were both working days, with the store getting increasingly busy each day. Yesterday we had like 30 million people working in the deli and 30 billion customers, so we ended up going insane during the day but finishing up a bit early at night. I got off at 7:30 and came home for dinner. My original New Year's Eve plan was just going to be "family game night" at home with my parents and such — a proposition that was quite likable to my mom but only tolerable for me. Chris ended up finding a friend's house to go to, so I was really happy when Sonnie lassoed me at work yesterday and told me to come over to her house at 8:00. I got there a bit late because of the dinner at home, but I was still first. Later on, Sarah, Debbie, and PJ joined us and we played games until midnight and then way past it, finishing a string of Trivial Pursuit, Life, and Clue some time after 3 a.m. Then we sat around and talked until Sonnie decided she had to kick us out a bit past 5:00. Très fun! Today I woke up at noon, predictably, and started enjoying my day off. The rest of it will probably contain some crême brulée making (lots of French in this entry!) and, by default, the completion of my grad school application for Carnegie Mellon. It needs to be in Pittsburgh by Wednesday, so I think I have just enough time to finish it, wake up early, and ship it off super-express get-it-there-now priority mail before I go to work Monday morning. |
Monday, Jan. 3, 2005
11:34 p.m.
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Word of the day: procrastination. I finally got my application for Carnegie Mellon mailed off today, but that comes at the end of a pretty long story. In my last post, I mentioned that I was going to be finishing it up on Saturday so that it would arrive in Pittburgh by Wednesday's deadline. Well... almost. After the New Year's Eve revels I also described, I of course didn't wake up Saturday until noon, and I spent the whole day reading Sherlock Holmes and making crême brulée, which came out rather mediocre the second time after I melted a plastic spoon trying to carmelize sugar the first time. Around 8:00, I fell asleep reading more Sherlock Holmes in bed; when I woke up around 9:30, I figured that I might as well go straight to bed and wake up around 6:00 the next morning (Sunday) in order to finish off the essay before work at 9:30. Of course, then I couldn't sleep. I made some quick notes for my essay around 12:30 and was eventually able to fall asleep around 1 a.m. And I woke up at 8:55 — just early enough to throw on my Heinen's clothes and run off to work without eating anything. Things were really crazy at the store that day: with all the kids going back to school on Monday (yesterday), all the moms were at the deli buying lunchmeat and cheeses so they could make sandwiches for their kids. My crowning achievement of the day was when I was able to consistently that the code for Turkey Store cajun style turkey breast is 1785 and that the one for sun-dried tomato turkey breast is 1365. I've seriously remembered more codes and picked up more new ones in the last two weeks than I ever have before — I think. I actually can't recall exactly what I knew a year ago, but I don't think Yancey's horseradish cheddar cheese (1447) was something I knew without thinking about it. I came home at 6:30, after the store closed, ate dinner, and started typing the first draft of my application essay. Most of it I did on an old Underwood No. 5 manual typewriter that I got from my grandpa a few years ago; there's something about the finality of real type that makes me think about what I'm writing a bit more, which generally results in a better finished project. While I was working, Sonnie called from Sarah's house saying that she, Sarah, Chris, Liz, and Debbie were all there playing games and wanted me to join them. I typed away for another half hour, grabbed Pictionary and Pit from the basement, and drove over to Sarah's around 8:30. I'd originally promised myself I would on no account stay past 11:00, but we were having lots of fun and I was talking to Sonnie and Sarah about linguistics and college and other cool stuff, and I actually didn't get out of there until a few minutes before midnight. (Sarah also has a really amazing screwed-up clock in her basement that looks like the mirror image of an analog clock: it actually has the numbers reversed and moves backwards. Every time we wanted to know what time it was, it would take three or four of us several seconds to figure out what the clock was actually pointing to, and then Sarah would have to remind us that it hadn't been adjusted from daylight savings time yet.) When I did get back here, I poured myself a ration of Reese's Pieces, sat down at the computer with my notes and typed draft, and finished off the thing in 45 minutes. It definitely wasn't one of my better pieces of writing... the best I could do would be to call it a middling example of what most illiterate CS majors would write. But oh well; the time had run out on fixing it. This morning, then, I set my alarm for 6:30, woke up at 7:30, and was out of the house wearing my Heinen's outfit at 8:15, again with no breakfast. I went straight to the post office, waited in line for 30 years, and sent off my application by express mail ($13.65) so that it would be guaranteed to arrive at its destination by noon tomorrow. (Hear that, everyone? If it doesn't get considered by CMU, please forward all blame care of the United States Postal Service.) Then I flew back up Route 91 to work and got there a minute early, tucking in my shirt and buttoning those annoying cuff buttons as I walked back to the deli. Check application number one off of the to-do list. Now for that Observer style guide I'm supposed to write over the break.... Update for CWRU people: Tomorrow (Tuesday) is my last day of work at Heinen's; I should be moving back up to campus on Thursday, when the dorms open, or at least by Friday at the latest. If you have interest in provoking or encouraging further procrastination on my part, give me a call, e-mail, or IM! |
Thursday, Jan. 6, 2005
12:41 a.m.
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I meant to write up an entry yesterday evening (that would be Tuesday, since I'm still counting right now as part of Wednesday), but I only got as far as the header before I got distracted by something. I think it was by trying to work out a trip to Chicago in February to visit the Medill School of Journalism at Northwestern University. Now that the plans are essentially in place, I can write about the last few days. Yesterday — Tuesday, remember! — was my last day of work at Heinen's for the break, and possibly forever depending on what happens to me in the next few months. (I was thinking in the shower earlier this week that the next six months are probably going to be one of the most important periods in my entire life, since by June I should have a pretty fair idea of what's going to happen to me for the next two years, which will end up influencing what I'm going to do for a long while after that. But that's a different post.) I worked 9 to 6, which is my favorite shift anyway, but then I worked most of the day with Wanda and Pat, who are my two favorite deli people, so things went quite nicely for the entire day. Until 12:00 the three of us were the only ones there and the store wasn't too busy, so we were talking a lot and putting things in containers and taking care of the odd customer until Christine (the manager) and Char came in later on. Wanda was bubbling over with the story of how her neighbor's house was dicovered to be on fire at 5 a.m., causing all sorts of confusion, drawing everyone around into the street to see what was happening, and resulting in Wanda arriving 20 minutes late to work because the fire trucks and police cars had blocked off the street at both ends. Even when Christine did come in at noon, things didn't change too much because she loaded up a cart of stock for the cheese islands and disappeared for most of the day. I don't like her anywhere near as much as Wanda, who used to be deli manager until something happened and she ended up being forced to step down. (I forget the exact details; it happened during the year while I wasn't at work, and I only heard about it second-hand from Sonnie.) Christine is good at doing all the managerial parts of being a manager: supervising people, delegating tasks, talking on the phone, answering questions about orders and stock; but she doesn't really do work like a regular employee. She always thanks me for coming in to work each day, but, as Nicci observed, she usually just delegates jobs and talks on the phone all day. (Someone from the deli at the Bainbridge store, where she used to work, is always calling on the phone to talk to her!) But that's now over with. I left at 6:00 on Tuesday with some real thanks from Christine and an offer from her to come back any time because she would definitely re-hire me. Anne said the same thing when I said goodbye to her on Monday, so at least I have a double-backup in case all my other options in life fall through! Today I slept until 10:30, finished my Sherlock Holmes book, and finally went out to Wal-Mart around 1:00 to buy two poster frames for my ACP convention posters that have been so far laying on the floor in my room. They were out of the kind that I wanted, but I did get a frame for my Tau Beta Pi certificate and one for the 8 x 10 picture I have of Glidden House that I got from the Observer archives. Now if I can just find those two pieces of paper, we'll be on our way.... Directly after Wal-Mart I drove to the library in Twinsburg in order to start on the list of good books I posted here before. I got The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon, started reading it before dinner, and just finished it about an hour ago. It's a really well-crafted book, narrated by a 15-year-old boy who has autism. Probably a full 75 percent of the sentences are run-ons, but their analytic and logical character can be both amusing and profound at the same time. Some quotes: The rule for working out prime numbers is really simple, but no one has ever worked out a simple formula for telling you whether a very big number is a prime number or what the next one will be. [...] I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them. But this is what is called a digression, and now I am going to go back to the fact that it was a Good Day. And the next morning I looked out of the window in the dining room to count the cars in the street to see whether it was going to be a Quite Good Day or a Good Day or a Super Good Day or a Black Day, but it wasn't like being on the bus to school because you could look out of the window for as long as you wnated and see as many cars as you wanted, and I looked out of the window for three hours and I saw 5 red cars in a row and 4 yellows cars in a row, which meant it was both a Good Day and a Black Day, so the system didn't work anymore. In between reading and dinner, my mom and I got my dad to get out our video camera, hook it up to the TV, and play some of our old home movies. We saw a Christmas tape that my dad's side of the family made in 1990 for my aunt, uncle, and cousins living in Florida and then a tape that ran from the summer of 1992 until Katie's third birthday in October of that year. Definitely some scary, but really funny stuff. For example: Dad: Can you go down the slide, Kate? Show me how you go down the slide. |
Thursday, Jan. 6, 2005
10:37 p.m.
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And here's a proper entry for Thursday: I woke up today around 9:45, but I had to set my alarm because of how late I was up last night writing the previous entry! I took a shower, ate some food, and then — since I had the house to myself — printed some sheet music from my computer and tried to play it on the piano. First up was Billy Joel's "Piano Man," but it was a really hard arrangment and sounded awful; either the piano's out of tune (most likely) or the transcriber did something wrong in writing the music. After I gave that up, I tried the ever-present Pachelbel's "Canon in D," on which I was a bit more successful. But only a bit, so I gave that up as well and then decided — again since the house was empty except for me — to see how high and how low I could sing. This extraordinarily scary exercise ended in the somewhat surprising discovery that I've got two octaves of "singing" voice if I can warm up a bit first. (The warming up is the essential part: the first time I tried to hit middle G it came out as a squeak, like a bat might make if it were dying. The second time it almost sounded like a note, and the third time it was really quiet but the correct sound was in there somewhere.) The annoying thing with me and singing (this is what is called a digression) is that I dropped out of choir after eighth grade, which is right about when my voice started changing. In middle school, all the guys were forced to be tenors, but I was probably more alto material. After my voice changed, though, I was completely lost in a new part of the scale, so for a few years after that I couldn't sing anything at all. By my senior year of high school, something must have finally settled down because it got a little bit easier to decide what octave I was singing in. After another four years of singing in my car and other places when I'm alone, I'm starting to feel like I might actually not kill people by singing near them in public — but this has been applied very sparsely to this point. Most of my friends have gotten used to me as someone who doesn't or can't or won't sing, so now I feel kind of strange if I ever do feel like singing with other people in public. </digression> After Katie and Andrew got home from school today, Katie and I went up to Heinen's so I could get whipping cream for my bûche de Noël and the roll of film I'd turned in to be developed. I forgot, though, to pick up my paycheck, so I'll have to do that tomorrow before I leave for campus. When we got back, around 3:15, we started baking and eventually created a tan-colored log that looked like it was covered in liquid crap. Malgré son appérance, it was probably the best-tasting one I've ever done. Most of it is coming back to school with me tomorrow for my suitemates, so prepare yourselves for some good French cooking when you get back! After dinner we pulled out more old home videos. We wanted to see vacation stuff, so we threw in the tape from the summer of 1990 and watched one of our trips to Grand Haven, Michigan, one of the most beautiful places on Earth. It was filmed in great detail, so we got to see Chinook Pier, miniature golfing, the playground that all of us still remember from later trips, the hotel that we always stayed at, the beach, the lighthouse, the musical fountain, the fish cleaning place, and a bonus trip to a place called P. J. Hoffmaster State Park. From reading Rachel's website, I think this is the same place she called the "home of her heart"; I can definitely agree now, and I'm putting it on my list of places I need to go. The current list — i.e. the ones I can think of right now — for the United States is: Maine, Boston, Washington DC, Michigan's U.P., and the Grand Haven area including Hoffmaster State Park. I could throw in a whole bunch of details here about what I was like when I was little, as seen by me in the last two days in the videos we've been watching, but the last two entries have been rather long, and I don't want them to take up an entire 30-KB page all by themselves. Maybe I'll try to put them in separately or in a "Random Stuff" post later on. I'll just end by saying that I'm going back to CWRU tomorrow, hopefully leaving here before noon, and working on my Observer style guide for as much of the weekend as possible. Sonnie said she's having a mini party with her friend Tony tomorrow night, so I might run up North Side and see what's going on there. I haven't heard from anyone else yet, so I don't know when they're all coming in. Classes start on Monday! |
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