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I've been really busy lately, and there is nothing more satisfying than going to my politics folder in Google Reader and hitting "Mark all as read." Whee! I have time to read three different blogs analyzing the latest episode of Project Runway, but doing anything more than skimming the NY Times homepage is too much for me lately.

Also in the mix when I take breaks from work:

  1. I started reading White Teeth, by Zadie Smith, because I love love love Zadie Smith's writing. She just has this really sharp writing style and unexpected turns of phrase.

  2. But I wanted something lighter, and breezed through Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, by P.G. Wodehouse. I was glad that I found a Wodehouse book at home that I hadn't read yet, although I'm sure at some point I could re-read them without noticing.

  3. The length of a "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" podcast is exactly equal to the time it takes me in one day, round trip, to get to and from work. So it's usually how I entertain myself on Mondays going to and from work. I'm sure people on the bus wondering why I'm giggling so much.

  4. The Defiance, Ohio channel on Pandora is giving me lots of Flogging Molly! Whee!

  5. I have recorded a ton of movies on the DVR lately (The Philadelphia Story, Hairspray, The Graduate), but like every time I'm stressed out and the eeee!'s out of town, I've been having a mini Gilmore Girls marathon. I know everyone raves about the first two seasons -- deservedly so -- but the second half of season four is awesome. Besides all the Luke and Lorelai stuff, you have Lorelai opening the inn, Lorelai dealing with her parents, Richard and Emily's marital problems, Luke and his family, and Lane and her mother. Rory's plotline kind of sucks, but everything else is woven together really well.

  6. I'm not going to see The Dark Knight until Wednesday night. Oh my god, I'm not sure I can wait that long. Since I teach (85-minute lectures) on MTW, my Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights are really busy. Maybe this will be good motivation to finish off the lectures early . . .

  7. Robomaro is really cute, once you figure out how to aim the shovel. I got to level 18 or so, at which point it rapidly becomes impossible.

And so there you have my coping mechanisms. I haven't had a nervous breakdown in weeks.
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Writing a research statement is much harder than I expected, so here's a bit of a break from it.

  1. Today we caulked around the front door (which is quite drafty in the winter) and one of the front windows. I really hope it helps. And it really felt like something an old, boring, married couple does on the weekends, which amused me.

  2. I don't mean to imply that my life is old or boring. In fact, it is immeasurably lovely right now.

  3. Even though I'm applying for jobs, and having (of course!) strange code problems at work. Aaargh.

  4. And even though we've been married for fifteen days and have already lost the marriage certificate. Ack!

  5. The eeee! is the only person I know who sees a strange charge on his credit card statement, calls the credit card, hears, "The charge is from Australia," and says, "Oh! Then that's legitimate." Hee.

  6. I will have pictures from Hawai'i online soon! Once I'm done writing up the past research part of my research statement.

  7. Oh! I read Gaudy Night, by Dorothy L. Sayers, on the beach, and absolutely loved it. LOVED IT. Lord Peter Whimsy I wasn't much of a fan of, actually, but I loved Harriet Vane. So what are the other Sayers books I should pick up? And what about other books that are set at women's colleges before WWII? Between Gaudy Night and Daddy-Long-Legs, that's a setting I really adore.

  8. I'm going to Yom Kippur services with the eeee! tonight (and in return, he will be coming to Midnight Mass with me). I'm looking forward to it, because while I've been to seders and (my own) half-Jewish wedding, I've never been to any other Jewish services.

  9. I finally watched the Gilmore Girls premier, and . . . argh. Which is fine, because I don't have time to watch much TV anyways.

Now back to discussing the importance of the scatter! And selection biases in observational surveys! Sigh.
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[Warning: mild spoilers for tonight's Gilmore Girls]

There is really nothing that makes my Tuesday nights like seeing, "Special Guest Star Sebastian Bach" at the bottom of the TV screen.

Until tonight, when Brian and Gil were playing at a bat mitzvah. Covering Gwen Stefani songs at a bat mitzvah. I laughed so hard I cried. The casting of Sebastian Bach on Gilmore Girls will always be the most brilliant casting move of all time. (The runner-up is the casting of Scott Baio as the lawyer the Bluths hire to replace Henry Winkler on Arrested Development. Well, maybe that wins, and Sebastian Bach is second.)

In other news, how much do I love Apolo Anton Ohno? I'm actually going to watch The Tonight Show on Thursday night. I HATE JAY LENO. He's not funny, and his comic timing is abysmal. But I'm going to watch on Thursday (okay, I'll record it and skip all the annoying Jay stuff), and I would watch it on yet another night if Joey Cheek showed up on the schedule.
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My brother was in England for a month, and so bought my birthday present there. It arrived yesterday -- he got me Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction. Hooray! I love the Adrian Mole books, and this one won't be out in the U.S. until December. I am way too excited about this.

* * *

An email from the eeee! today, with the subject heading "ACK", said:
I'm on a fucking mountain in the middle of nowhere Turkey.

And there are a couple of Turks watching Gilmore Girls on TV. (With turkish subtitles).

[it looks like a few seasons ago, by the way]

Hee! Heeeeee hee hee. He can't escape! So I asked him what was going on, and he said,
From what I saw, Lorelai and Rory were yammering about something and then in a scene later when I walked by Luke was scruffy and wearing a backwards baseball cap and a flannel shirt.

Well, that narrows it down.
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It's 1973. My mom graduates from college and gets a nice job. When she buys her first new car, she buys a Mustang, because when you're 22 and the only woman in your office in 1973, you kick a fair amount of ass and you deserve that Mustang.

Two months later, a semi runs her off the road and the Mustang is wrecked. Not totalled, but never the same since.

Now it's 2005, she's married to the guy in the dorky golf pants from that office. So she buys one of those new Mustangs that looks like the old ones, in a cool steely blue color, because she's worked hard for years and the kids are out of the house and college tuition payments are almost over.

Two weeks later, someone hits her parked car in a parking lot. GAH! It pretty much just scraped it, but there's a dent and it took some of the paint off. It can be fixed, but STILL. Egad.

* * *

I've also been watching a bunch of first-season episodes of Gilmore Girls, most of which I hadn't seen. I know that Gilmore Girls has often been criticized for an unhealthy relationship between Rory and Lorelai, but it never really bothered me. Now, however, I see that it must have been toned down by season two, because there is a lot of role reversal in the beginning of season one. Rory waiting up for her mom to get home from a date in "Paris is Burning"? Lorelai picking a fight with Rory in "Kill Me Now"? Yikes.

The season one Lorelai-Emily relationship still lurches from icy to tentative to warm and then back to icy again -- and of course, nothing changes in the later seasons. Perhaps it's realistic, but as it's my favorite relationship on the show, I always just want to shake the two of them for being so damn stubborn all the time. And after the way season 5 ended, I don't have any high hopes for them being friendly again any time soon.

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I also finished reading Confessions of a Teen Sleuth, by Chelsea Cain, which was cute. I was a huge Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys fan, so I enjoyed the gentle skewering of Nancy as someone who just always misses the big picture. This was great:
I put on my most dazzling smile. "Hello," I declared brightly, "I'm looking for Ned Junior. Please tell him that I have come to call on him."

The youth blinked several times. "Mom?" he asked.

I examined the youth for clues. His hair was titian. "Ned Junior?" I asked. "Is that you?"

Hee. There were also complicated subplots involving the Hardy Boys and Tom Swift, which amused me as the Hardy Boys Casefiles has them working for a secret CIA-like agency. At, you know, ages 17 and 18.

March 2013



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