coldhearted scientist وداد

I wish I still had this bicycle, but I hereby memorialize it, as it was stolen in March. At our institution attendance at graduation is required of students if they wish to receive the degree, and of faculty every term. It is as though the institution insisted on keeping us as captive audience for one more day, and showing us its power one more time. I am not going and it is wonderful.

I started summer today. There are many things to do here and I am going to do more of them than I usually do. Today I read a very interesting article, and submitted the one I have been in a quandary about. It is not going to be accepted there in its present form I want it out of my hair for two months, which is how long it will take the journal to get it back to me with interesting commentary. In this time I will write my piece for the writing group.

I started my summer work schedule Thursday and I am exceeding it, although I am not in rhythm for it yet; I did not write what I was supposed to write Thursday, and I still have not finished writing comments on all the student papers. Still, things I will do today include going swimming and going to the movies. Tomorrow I might shop at the Mexican store and eat caldo de res.

Already today has been surprising; I read a riveting article I had not known about, and submitted my article. And Friday I did thirty minutes of research for the piece I am supposed to be working on. And one of my blog commenters turned out to be a real-life friend of mine in disguise, and the result if this conversation is that I am going to New Orleans and the beach.

Things I want to do this week: work on my new essay, drop off the car, do nails, apply for a job, go to the bank, paint the door and the window, work in the garden, visit the prison, do a little planning for California. It think this is all but there may be more … the first week of June I am going to clean the office, and be in touch with painters for the house.

Axé.