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bending_sickleI've currently reading an incredibly badly written and organized paper by a fellow student who participated in the Amboseli Lion Project. It's only interesting in that I'm goig to be doing much of the same thing come next year. (The man in the upper right photo is my supervisor, de Iongh. Le squee.)
I've also got a crushing headache and likewise crushing guilt over having only started the day at 1 pm. I spent the morning 'netting, and then went out for lunch (junk food, *sigh*) which had the only plus side of my ending up having a conversation (in Dutch!) with a 50's-ish man. I seem to be good at casual conversation with strangers. (Which is bizarre, because I'm shy and therefore suck at the "forced conversation with strangers" situation.)
My plan is to finish this paper and read an article for my Self Study today. Gotta start somewhere. I also have a number of emails to write (of the, "Yo! I'm hoping over to Spain!" variety) and I really, absolutely, totally need to call Mom. I just got a package from her - two shirts - and she scribbled a note saying how I can totally call if I want to, she's tired of reminding me these things. Yeah... It's just, calling Mom requires a certain amount of Emotional Armor and honestly, I don't have a squire to my name, so the suiting-up's hard.
In compensation - one hopes - I have Season 1 of Torchwood. I don't really want to watch it, but hey. Other shows on my dive-into list: BSG, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Casanova and Babylon 5 (if only because there's a Gaiman-episode in there somewhere), with House, CSI on the catch-up list.
Owie, my head :(
ETA: Oh, and on Thursday, I've got an appointment with the folks teaching Science Based Business Fundamentals, which I've signed up for next semester (full time, all day, every day). They want to ask me some questions about my motivation and what I want out of the course, all that jazz. It's...strange.
ETA 2: I had a dream today in two parts. I used to have good recall for my dreams because I got in the habit of writing them down upon waking (but I stopped because the scribbles got too indeciphrable). The first involved The Doctor and the second involved the Master and some sort of posh prisoner camp of the WW2 era, the kind where conquered women waltzed about entertaining the Germans (I'm sure we've all seen this storyline in various films). There was also a huuuge wire cage, I think, which stems from the one I saw at the museum of Rotterdam. (Modern art: weirder than dreams.)
Links of the Day:
Shakespeare: The Manga Editions - Is nothing sacred?!?
* Eleanor Roosevelt
I've also got a crushing headache and likewise crushing guilt over having only started the day at 1 pm. I spent the morning 'netting, and then went out for lunch (junk food, *sigh*) which had the only plus side of my ending up having a conversation (in Dutch!) with a 50's-ish man. I seem to be good at casual conversation with strangers. (Which is bizarre, because I'm shy and therefore suck at the "forced conversation with strangers" situation.)
My plan is to finish this paper and read an article for my Self Study today. Gotta start somewhere. I also have a number of emails to write (of the, "Yo! I'm hoping over to Spain!" variety) and I really, absolutely, totally need to call Mom. I just got a package from her - two shirts - and she scribbled a note saying how I can totally call if I want to, she's tired of reminding me these things. Yeah... It's just, calling Mom requires a certain amount of Emotional Armor and honestly, I don't have a squire to my name, so the suiting-up's hard.
In compensation - one hopes - I have Season 1 of Torchwood. I don't really want to watch it, but hey. Other shows on my dive-into list: BSG, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Casanova and Babylon 5 (if only because there's a Gaiman-episode in there somewhere), with House, CSI on the catch-up list.
Owie, my head :(
ETA: Oh, and on Thursday, I've got an appointment with the folks teaching Science Based Business Fundamentals, which I've signed up for next semester (full time, all day, every day). They want to ask me some questions about my motivation and what I want out of the course, all that jazz. It's...strange.
ETA 2: I had a dream today in two parts. I used to have good recall for my dreams because I got in the habit of writing them down upon waking (but I stopped because the scribbles got too indeciphrable). The first involved The Doctor and the second involved the Master and some sort of posh prisoner camp of the WW2 era, the kind where conquered women waltzed about entertaining the Germans (I'm sure we've all seen this storyline in various films). There was also a huuuge wire cage, I think, which stems from the one I saw at the museum of Rotterdam. (Modern art: weirder than dreams.)
Links of the Day:
Shakespeare: The Manga Editions - Is nothing sacred?!?
* Eleanor Roosevelt
