These pregnant pauses are starting to feel quite laboured.

I think I might just call it a day on paper writing.  It’s weird, really.  I had two 5000-word papers to write at the end of the term, and I had an idea that I loved and really got behind before the term ended, having done all the research and written up lengthy notes and outlines.  And then I started to get worried that I had no idea what I would write my second paper about.  I spend at least two weeks reading, researching, following leads, getting frustrated, starting over.  And then I just started writing the damn paper, and it all came so easily and I was done in three days.  And that wasn’t even three days of intensive paper writing.  And now I have embarked on the REAL paper.  My earlier pet project.  And it’s coming out on paper (er, in Word) in such a laboured manner.  Every word I type is pregnant.  [That pun was accidental.  My puns are always accidental.  I must just be like a super subconscious genius.  I’m going to use it as the blog title.  Yeah, that one up there.]


Really, I’m quite close to reaching the 5000-word limit, but I don’t really feel I’ve given the argument justice, which probably means I have a lot of revision ahead of me.  I have five days left, so I’m not worried about it, but I’d certainly like it to just be done with and out of the way.  Or, rather, I’d like to have a little bit of time off before returning to it for proofreading and revision.

But for now, I am done.  Until tomorrow.

I went to meet up with Molly to get lunch at The Place Below, a vegetarian cafe in the crypt of St Mary Le Bow’s church.  I’ve wanted to try it out for a while now, and the one time I went was back around September of last year with Red.  Since I make him eat vegetarian every day, I felt sort of bad making him eat vegetarian on his lunch break, so we opted to go somewhere else.  The food was tasty, and the atmosphere was cool, but it was sort of overpriced.  I mean, I know it’s in the City Mile and everything, but it’s vegetarian food!  Vegetarian lunch food shouldn’t be £8 a plate.  

Meh, three stars.

In other news, I purchased plane tickets to Orlando, New York and back between May 12th and May 24th.  And I’ve booked a cheap (by NYC standards) hotel in the Upper (lower) West Side.  We got a ‘Not for Tourists’ guidebook for the city and are starting to make some plans.  It is starting to feel like I’m going on a real holiday!

We still have to make an itinerary for Florida to send to friends and family.  I will try to firm things up with the husbatron shortly.


Winning at Life: a How-To Guide

Okay, so rather than hash out everything that’s happened between now and October of last year, here’s the really brief recap.  Brevity, it’s my new thing.  (But don’t hold me to that.)


a) I got married.  Lots of you weren’t there.  Including my father.  In case you’re wondering, no, I won’t ever get over that.

b) It snowed here.  A lot.

c) I got merits on both of my essays from last term.  Apparently, that’s really good at this level.

d) I discovered there’s probably more of a chance of an iceberg thriving in hell than of me getting funding let alone a studentship for a PhD next year because of the economy and my ‘International’ fee status despite proven ability.  I am jaded and in huge amounts of student loan debt.

e) I am currently an illegal immigrant held hostage in the UK.  The Home Office has my passport, and I’m still waiting to hear back about my visa.

f) The elevator has been mostly not working for the last two months or so.  Probably three at this point.  I’ve stopped keeping track.  I live on the fifth floor.  That’s the sixth floor to you Americans.  This has so many levels of awesome-in-the-completely-unawesome-way that I can’t even enumerate them all.


Those are the highlights.  


I have just come home from one of my seminars.  There’s one more in the term, and then I have to write some essays.  I find that I get less schoolwork done now than I ever did back in Orlando when I worked nearly full-time hours and also went to school full time.  This is sad.  I cannot account for the paradox involved.  I wish I could get a job to see if maybe I begin spending my spare time more wisely (instead of watching really bad television programming at night), but, alas, see e) above.


See, look at me here.  Not spending my time so wisely now, am I?  


I suppose I’ve been feeling a bit worn down by my attempts to translate the Anglo-Saxon Genesis A into modern English.  It is taking forever.  I seriously have spent at least 4 hours on it to date, and I’ve only translated 64 lines.  64 LINES!  For those of you who like to feel accomplished in the tasks that you undertake, you should forgo translating one of the oldest Old English poems into Modern English when you have comparatively little formal training in this art.


You want to hear something funny, though?  I’ve chosen to focus my dissertation on Genesis A, thinking it would get me as familiar with Old English as I am with Middle English for my PhD topic proposal that spans the entire medieval period from the Anglo-Saxon to the late-medieval times.  And, this poem, it’s nearly 3000 lines long.  




I win at life.


I suppose I could just rely heavily on reading the text in translation, but that’s just all sorts of academic cheating, isn’t it.  Plus, it’s not really handy for how I work, inspired frequently if not wholly on the philological moves of texts.  And it doesn’t help that the last translation of the entire text of Genesis A was in fucking 1915.  Christ alive, I don’t even want to think of the implications this has on the ‘modern’ rendering of the text.


And I’ve been eating a lot here, and despite f) above, I seem to have gained at least five pounds.  I know I shouldn’t care about this, but I think about it more than I should.  This hasn’t stopped me from eating chocolate on a normal basis, so I suppose that’s something.  (For the record, I don’t think I’m categorizing this paragraph under the ‘failing at life’ heading of this blog entry, because weight should never have anything to do with life FAIL!s.)


And I’ve been sucked into the world of internet memes more frequently than I otherwise would have liked.  (Also for the record, this is a life fail.)