On time not topic


Stuff on last Monday's hastily scribbled list of humourous things to blog about:

- typesetting
- shampoo arrival, cap switch
- hard-boiled eggs
- snow
- pictures - Playboy, gym
- surgical mask

And although it's expedient for most of those to remain a list (and possibly become a challenging test of my memory in a few years), it's probably seemly for me to explain the second-to-last: at work the other day I was again assigned to clear out old pictures in the college communications office archives, and I found a nicely composed picture of a professor sitting in the faculty club in front of an imposing-looking bookshelf reading said periodical = both hilarious and really strange, and darn I need to stop committing such offences against punctuation and syntax.

Fabulous weekend off-campus: my first real college field trip (Guggenheim! finally; Neuie Gallerie; the City Opera for three monodramas, so now I've seen bawdy comic opera in London and fascinating modern opera in NYC but nothing really classical) followed by my third Malaysia Forum, and brief reunions with some old friends.

Something I've been trying to remember in my moments -- and I'm so thankful that recently these have been moments rather than sustained bouts -- of frustration about how slowly I read and write, is that such frustration is contemptibly ungrateful given absurd amounts of evidence of divine sufficiency in both academics and rest.

Like so. It's nice that one doesn't always have to make sense. Or grammar. Forward march! You are the best.