It’s mah burfdah! Tonight I’m going to Korean BBQ with Dad, Sister, her boooooyfrieeeeeend, Boyfriend and Diminutive Roommate. Friday is dojo friendship day: we’re going to Honda-ya Izakaya for birthday dinner and drinks. I’m going to get destroyed. Then I’m getting pancakes at BLD with Boyfriend on Saturday, then gelato with my old friend from elementary school whose older brother is an instructor at my dojo. Very small world, very good people. I cannot wait.
But god, all this awesome hangout time could not have come at a worse time, lol. I have so much school work to do, it’s not even funny. Gotta finish a paper, start and finish another (plus a third, shorter one before the end of the semester), plus my teaching video, all the follow-up documentation, commenting on other students’ videos, and one more forum post. Plus, the last week of school might be filled with jury duty. Yikes.
Wow. Sister just sent me the best birthday email ever:
[My coworker’s] twins are sick. She told me yesterday how one of them got up in the middle of the night and threw up, and partially on his twin brother. Which made me laugh, which was probably inappropriate. Made me think of how good [tigerlilytoph] was at being sick, just lying there and staring at one spot.
Why do I love this image so much? Maybe it’s the Bill Nye/Ken Ham “debate” that took place recently that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy toward science right now.
That debate could not have been more frustrating or inspiring to members of Team Nye. He demonstrated, with well-constructed arguments and a clear mind, such enthusiasm for our inherent sense of wonder and excitement at the prospect of a new discovery. I’m so pleased he’s our chosen representative. The guy is so sharp and well-spoken.
So… I got docked for not using what is essentially the two-column note-taking system most of us were taught in high school for my field notes. They’re explained in the syllabus, and when I read their description at the beginning of the semester, I thought, “You must be fucking kidding me” for a few of reasons:
My 30th birthday approaches, and with it (inevitably) Valentine’s Day will follow close on its heels. I have no plans for either at present, but I found this poem today, and decided it might be worth some memorization, it tickled me so:
To My Valentine
by Ogden Nash
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That’s how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That’s how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,
That’s how you’re loved by me.