Two of my best friends are back from three weeks away and we went to the bar where the old man waiter brings you free bad tapas for as long as you keep drinking, and then I came home to send work emails and sober up with coconut water and ice cream.
And Tanner is re-watching The League for work and it is AWESOME.
So I entered the Shave the World contest at BuzzFeed. You can click on this link to view my entry. If you’re feeling really generous, share the link. Only viral traffic counts. It’s not a great picture, but it does involve a turtle (yay!) and I’d use the prize money to buy my special needs turtle a tank. He’s blind and going to get big, so I need to custom design something for him.
(Also, why don’t you enter too?)
Buy this turtle a tank, internet! With your clicks.
Yeah! The first grad school edition of the Blasto Podcast! Its at least .07% smarter!
Yesssssssssssssssss one of the tags is “Deerhoof”!
For the first few episodes, I thought I loved this podcast because I love Liisa [sic] and love getting to listen to her. But Tanner and my sister, who do not know Liisa [sic], have both now confirmed that it is delightful, so consider my endorsement of the Blasto Podcast verified to be not entirely biased!
I have read 70 pages of Persuasion today. There are about 130 left. I should get back to that.
But my desk is clean and some other stuff and I had coffee with Allison and in what I was reading just now in the book I remembered her and James making fun of some “Catch me!” bullshit that some bint pulls in this book, I don’t even remember when, maybe ten years ago I heard them say that, and have I mentioned that grad school has driven me to keep wine on hand in the apartment?
And just an hour or two after writing paragraphs singing the praises of to-do lists, I am clinging to mine like a drowning lady to a lifesaver. It is a very one foot in front of the other, just go to the next thing on the list, don’t panic, don’t panic, sort of thing.
So now I am going to write a paragraph in the style of James Agee, good luck with that.
There’s a lot more to the Getting Things Done method than that, most of it very helpful, but this was at the core of it all, for me. I wrote things down when I thought about them, and then when I realized I’d forgotten to do something, I took it as a reminder that I wasn’t writing everything down. Sometimes I sat down and tried to think of everything I had to do and had ever wanted to do, and wrote it all down. Unless it was something I could literally do at the second I thought of it, I wrote it down. Sometimes I wrote it down on scrap paper, sometimes I sent myself an email. Eventually I came to use Remember The Milk for everything. David Allen calls this “capturing,” and if you’ve ever felt like your brain is full of birds that would like to kill you, you will understand why.
This is the only thing getting me through these mad weeks of adjusting to grad school, wildly fluctuating tutoring work, and a billion other things. I use the Epic Win app on my phone - maybe not the sleekest or richest to-do list app, but it has a cute RPG interface, and my character is a skeleton named Bonerface - and EVERYTHING is on there. I’ve even started adding time estimates (“mock test google doc filing 9:30-10,” “grade essays 10-10:30,” “read In Patagonia 12-1”) this week because the structure of my days is new and messy, and I need to make sure I have time for all the things I’m thinking of.
I also track my spending with an app (Ace Budget, I love it), and my bigger-scale budget in an excel sheet. This doesn’t mean I’m good with money. It means I’m *not* good with money but I’m trying not to fail at life (ie overdraw my bank account, go back into credit card debt). I need the list because my brain doesn’t naturally do this. (And because my life is in a million different piles.) I procrastinate. I’m late for everything. But I really want to get my homework done and not forget emails (or texts) from my students parents and have vegetables to eat, so this is how I manage.
This week’s Doctor Who did not get me to Amelie levels of crying, but probably only because I was not in a darkened theatre. At one point I did pull my sweatshirt hood over my head, though, for privacy.
“Our hope is that visitors will not only learn about the underlying causes of malnutrition, but that they will join us in the fight against it – a fight that can be won.”—
Sophie Delaunay, Executive Director of Doctors Without Borders in the U.S.
Next week we kick off our Starved for Attention exhibition tour, coming to New York, Brooklyn, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington DC.
You’ll be able to tour a field hospital specializing in the treatment of malnourished children, just like the ones we use in places like Somalia. MSF medical staff and aid workers—who have worked in malnutrition projects in the field–will guide visitors through a simulated clinic and describe how MSF works to treat and prevent malnutrition.
Visitors will also be able to sign a petition demanding that policymakers improve the nutritional quality of U.S. food aid sent to young children overseas.
My undergrad college library had one big Absolute Quiet Room. Grad school seems to have like fifteen small ones, on several floors of library. The walls are lined with books, and color-coded zones tell you if/what you can eat or drink.
I am the weird girl sitting at the far end in the one upholstered chair, trying to be sneaky about having her feet out of her wet shoes, killing time before her First Class of Grad School sending emails from her phone. The other five people working in this room are guys.
I have paper towels in my bag that I’m not bold enough to scrunch into my shoes.