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I am done with grad school. I am supposed to fill my weekends with endless fun things. Instead I am in a coffee shop, hacking my thesis down to an article suitable for publication. Ow. Owowow. Procrastination hurts, y'all. Enjoy the sunshine for me.
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Today in stuff you shouldn't do: tell your thesis advisor you are indeed interested in submitting a manuscript to a journal and sure, you'd love to be the primary author and do most of the work. Then do nothing for five months and realize you are seeing your advisor at a social event in a week and then spend the first sunny weekend in weeks cloistered in a coffee shop attempting to turn out something vaguely manuscript-like.

On the bright side, LaTeX is fun and at least I have an excuse to consume a steady string of americanos.


Mar. 8th, 2010 09:53 am
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I deleted my lj several weeks ago. I don't miss it.


Jul. 21st, 2009 09:23 am
esoterrica: (Seahorse wuv)
Ecuador! Friday! I go! I should start packing...


Jul. 17th, 2009 08:04 am
esoterrica: (Mind-numbingly horrifying)
While assembling my breakfast this morning (vanilla yogurt and strawberries and granola) I discovered four string cheeses in my bag. I know I grabbed a couple this morning for snacking purposes. The last time I used this particular bag was on Tuesday so I'm pretty sure the old string cheese is toxic. However, I can't tell which is old and which is new. What should I do?
esoterrica: (BSG - Starbuck - Badass)
With Angel. I thought I wouldn't like this show because Angel's all tragic and brooding on Buffy, but this is fun. Slightly creepy, but fun--like Early Edition, but with vampires and demons and stuff.

I need Buffy icons...

Uh oh.

Jun. 17th, 2009 09:14 pm
esoterrica: (Zombies ahead)
My laptop shows cyan where it should show white and red where it should show black. What does this mean?
esoterrica: (Red Dwarf - Mr Flibble)
Oh man. I have no words for how happy I am to randomly come across Still Alive while listening to my iPod at work. Maybe I will actually get to play Portal today...
esoterrica: (Serenity - Buddha)
Yesterday I learned a Life Lesson, and I'll share it with you so you don't have to relearn it on your own. The lesson is: when you are preparing marinade for a stack of lovely veggies you will grill in the future, do not, I repeat, DO NOT work on autopilot and use the jar of oil sitting on the counter just because it's next to the wee bottles of spices you have assembled. It is olive oil, not canola oil, and that is a Bad Thing. Nothing will seem odd when you pull the veggies out of their baggie with tongs and arrange them artfully on the grill, but your mishap will become apparent after you put the lid down and go inside and glance out the window after a couple of minutes and see the clouds of dark smoke pouring out the sides of the grill. You will then say FUCKSHITDAMN and run outside and turn off the grill and propane and pull the food off and disconnect the hose from the propane tank and close the lid and run back inside because you are coughing and your eyes are starting to tear up from the smoke. You will stand at the window, on the phone with your version of a Nathan, and describe the smoke billowing off the balcony and laugh at yourself. You will feel a little bit dumb, because you have successfully grilled dinner for the previous three nights in a row. But you are not a total failure! Prior to the unfortunate incident with the olive oil you cooked two ears of corn on the grill and made a tasty cucumber salad, so you sulk and eat your unsmoked veggies for dinner and tell everyone on IM how dumb you really are. So, yeah. Watch your oils, people.

In other news, nothing crawled up my leg last night and I am going to a picnic at a brewery for lunch. So there.


Jun. 11th, 2009 01:20 am
esoterrica: (Stick sulk)
I was laying in bed all asleep and stuff when suddenly I decided something was crawling up my leg. I leaped out of bed and yelled "FUCK" and almost knocked a bottle of massage oil onto my laptop in my quest for the light switch. Then I realized I was hungry and ate a cheese stick. Now I'm trying to convince myself that shaking the sheets out once was enough and sleep is a priority. Urgh.


Jun. 8th, 2009 11:18 am
esoterrica: (BSG - Starbuck - Badass)
Author et. al. or Author et al? I'm working on my last assignment for my last formal class of the quarter (and possibly my life).
esoterrica: (Catbank - dance)
Poll #529 I want to know about your underthings!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 3

When you get dressed, do your underthings generally match?

View Answers

0 (0.0%)

1 (33.3%)

2 (66.7%)

I do not wear top-underthings so this is not an issue for me
1 (33.3%)

I do not wear bottom-underthings so this is not an issue for me
0 (0.0%)

esoterrica: (Stick happy)

And now, to the farmer's market!


Jun. 2nd, 2009 05:52 pm
esoterrica: (Mind-numbingly horrifying)
The sunburn has blistered and the blisters are starting to pop! I discovered this in class this afternoon when I prodded my back gently in hopes of relieving an itch and pulled my hand away to discover damp fingers. Oh boy!

Bad plan.

May. 30th, 2009 04:47 pm
esoterrica: (Sideways Joanna)
Sunburn. Shoulders. Back of legs. Ow. Even given my spectacular paleness, I would not have thought that laying in the sun for an hour with a good book (A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon) would have resulted in this much unpleasantness. Obviously. Ow. Owowow. I have slathered on toxic-looking green aloe gel and gulped down a couple of ibuprofen. I may apply a layer of vinegar next so I can get some homework done. Anyone have another remedy for sunburn pain?


May. 26th, 2009 10:20 am
esoterrica: (Seahorse wuv)
I just learned that I will not have to actually defend my thesis in a seminar-style setting! Instead my adviser and another professor sign off and I present at student seminar, which is very low-key and involves delicious treats. Finishing this degree is going to be even more anticlimactic than I thought...


May. 22nd, 2009 05:32 pm
esoterrica: (Red Dwarf - Smirk)
I kind of want my Facebook status to commemorate the upcoming 2-year anniversary of when I stopped shaving my legs, but I feel like that might be too much information for Facebook.

And now, to Trader Joe's!
esoterrica: (autonomous device)
I think I found another blog to read via Thus Spake Zuska. Check out this thoughtful post by squadratomagico entitled "lessons for girls: you don't have to be a mom." Reading something like this always results in a happy sigh for me, because babies are nice and all but the thought of incubating, birthing, and caring for one seriously makes me feel back-away-if-you-don't-want-me-to-puke-on-your-shoes ill. (I'm not sure if this is because I am having such a damn fine time being young and independent or if I do not have the baby gene. Honestly, who cares?)


The barriers in place before a girl who decides she does not want to become a mom are formidable. First of all, such a stance inevitably is a rejection of one’s own mother, to some degree. Coming to terms with the fact that one does not want to be a mom, like one’s mom, can be a difficult psychological maneuver — particularly since the weight of cultural pressures are strongly against this choice. And once a girl or woman decides that she prefers not to have children, she must defend herself over and over and over again. I can say from lifelong experience that no one believes a girl who claims not to want to be a mom. It’s very frustrating when perfect strangers presume to know one’s innermost desires without even asking! As a child, I recall adults asking my brother what he wanted to be when he grew up, listening to him sagely, then turning to me and flatly declaring, “I know what you want to be: a MOMMY!” And when I denied this desire, I have always been told, with a patronizing “what-a-silly-girl!” smile, “Oh, you’ll change your mind!” I was told I would change my mind when I grew up; then I was told I would change my mind when I met the right man; then, that I would change my mind when I settled down; that I would change my mind overnight when my “biological clock” suddenly started ticking; that I would change my mind when my friends had babies; even that I would change my mind after I had tenure. When confident assertions of my hidden maternal nature proved inadequate, the appeals to conscience began. I was told that I must have children for the sake of my future old age, for the sake of the human race, for the sake of perpetuating progressive values, for the sake of passing on my own intelligent genes (this last from my mom).

Book meme!

May. 20th, 2009 01:19 pm
esoterrica: (Catbank - dance)
From brightflashes on lj...

1. What the funniest book you've ever read?
I read a lot of Terry Pratchett and I don't think I can pick a funniest book. (The Twilight series has been pretty hilarious, but I don't think it's intentional.)

2. What's the scariest book you've ever read?
Probably The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood, though Parable of the Sower comes in close.

3. What's the most difficult book you've ever read?
Atlas Shrugged was torturous--it took me a month and a half. The Silmarillion was rough too, mostly because I had to finish it in a week for a class. I've also been slogging through the Twilight series armed with sparkly gel pens, but if I was not *ahem* annotating the books I definitely wouldn't make it through.

4. What's the most shocking book you've ever read?
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Mirakami blew my mind.

5. What book made you cry more than any other?
Probably Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which was a little embarassing because I read it during a very long day spent in various doctor's offices while waiting for my mom during The Summer of The Leg.

6. What book gave you nightmares or bad dreams?
For me, movie-watching tends to correlate with bad dreams more strongly than book-reading, but I do have strange dreams after reading interesting books. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle resulted in seriously weird dreams, as did Parable of the Sower and The Zombie Survival Guide.

7. What book inspired you to change your life?
I've never read a book that inspired me to change my life!

8. What's the most romantic book you've ever read?
Cold Mountain. Swoon. Perdido Street Station by China Mieville was touching, too.

9. What's the most adventure-filled book you've ever read?
Most recently, The Scar by China Mieville, but I'm a fan of George RR Martin's Song of Ice and Fire series (he'd better finish it soon, he's getting old).

10. What book carried you off into a land of imagination more than any other?
I love a believable world in fiction! READ ALL OF THESE:
Sunshine by Robin McKinley (all of Robin McKinley's fairy tale interpretations are amazing, and Sunshine is not based on a fairy tale but it has vampires!)
Perdido Street Station, The Scar
American Gods by Neil Gaiman
He, She, and It by Marge Piercy
Beauty by Sheri S Tepper
Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson


May. 12th, 2009 08:19 pm
esoterrica: (Red Dwarf - Smirk)
I've started writing thesis stuff! So far I have an outline, notation, and a bibliography, which admittedly isn't much. However, because I'm working in LaTeX I feel compelled to build a PDF and take a look after each sentence. SQUEE!


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