Monday, October 11, 2010

Mindless Monday Morning Babble

So, I am trying not to worry about what my "Adviser" is going to say tomorrow, because it will not help the result in any way. He will tell me what he wants and I will have to deal with it, regardless of whether it is rewriting the entire Thesis or not. If it involves divining what the fuck he really means in his comments, I have another professor in my department lined up to help me decipher his notes. (Really, I do.)

Do you 'spose I will have to rewrite the whole damn thing?

God, I hope he just keeps in mind I NEED TO FINISH. No one is going to read this pile of BS. It will have no impact on "Adviser's" career or reputation in the slightest. It will mean more to his colleagues that he enabled me to finish than any of the actual words in the stupid document. No one is going to unearth this thing to see what kind of content was created under his "supervision." No one gives a damn. It is just a moving hoop in the total bullshit world of academia.




I have to get up at 3:00 a.m on Saturday so that I am on the road by 4:00 a.m. to make my 9:00 a.m. flight out of Denver to Portland.

I really, really, miss living three miles from Ronald Regan National Airport in DC/Arlington. Before I lived outside of Wyoming, it used to be totally normal to have a three-hour drive to any major airport. That is just par for the course when living in Wyoming. But after living five minutes away from a convenient, small airport, the trek to Denver feels positively uncivilized.

3:00 A.M. PEOPLE.


What has me most nervous is being on the road at this time. It is when all the critters, and by critters I mean 700-pound elk, are on the road.


Do you suppose I could operate a log spitter by myself? I am going to have to help out considerably more this fall in the firewood department if we are going to be ready to go by the first (major) snowfall.

I think the most challenging part will be keeping up with the split wood and not getting buried in it.


I made homemade bread yesterday for the first time in months. It is too hot to bake in the summer. (I also miss having AC and baking with abandon in the summer. Oh, DC. How I miss some things about you.)

The house smelled soooo good. I think I successfully substituted the sugar in the recipe with agave nectar. It isn't quite as sweet as usual, but I prefer it that way.

I can't wait to have a sandwich for dinner tonight! Yummy!


  1. I think this is why I will never get my Master's Degree.

  2. Um, why don't you drive down on Friday and stay with us on Friday night? Then you'll only be 25 minutes from the airport. Seriously! You are more than welcome. Just let me know.

  3. as much as i realize this doesn't *entirely* help, even though i live in VA 20 mins away from both airports, i STILL had to get up at 4:15am yesterday to get my sister to the airport. they just shouldn't MAKE flights at 6am, is the thing.

    GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK i hope the advisor meeting goes well!!!

  4. Of course you can handle the log splitter by yourself... IF you take your time, lift with your legs, take breaks, and don't be afraid to just let some pieces lie if they're too big or too awkward. and. take. your. time.


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