Today I did some errands I've been putting off: 1) putting $3/gallon gas in my seldom-driven vehicle; 2) getting rid of some old shirts and getting some new ones at Twice as Nice -- note to non-Southwesterners: do not give people in the Southwest long sleeved shirts as gifts. They are worthless 340 out of 365 days a year; 3) getting some propane so I can grill; 4) got some groceries, to the tune of $150 -- I take this shopping seriously.
I just called Performance Bike. I won't get my road bike for a little while.
End of the school year: I've got to grade a bunch of papers, which, luckily, the students won't see unless they go out of their way to see the grade. Which seems unfair to me, because the final project is worth 250 -- the least the Writing Program allowed. I'll do what I can for the students.
Tonight, I'm going to read "Jolly Corner" by Henry James. I might put off the three-page single-spaced paper for that class to watch the Suns instead. They play tonight. Also in that class, I've got to do an article-length paper, which I think I'll do on Attack of the Body Snatchers, a 1950s film. In my other class, I've got to write a 10-15 page paper, which I think I'll do on Zadie Smith's White Teeth and how language = virus = multiculturalism. Working title: "Multiculturalism and Virology in White Teeth." (Just so you know, a virus is not a necessarily bad thing, it may be used as a metaphor for a way of learning new ways without realizing it, which is essentially what multiculturalism is.
Oh, the wonder of life. Jess and I went out to dinner last night to celebrate her first day of work. Tonight I'll cook steak. I've got a fair share of things to do before May 12, the official cutoff for all semester-related stuff (w/out receiving an "I" or incomplete), but damn, SUMMER'S OFF! What a job. And all I've got to do this summer is take a road trip to San Diego and LA with Jess's and my friend Jeremy, who's visiting for a while, and work at GNC, work out and reach "phreak" status, grow my hair, eat, sleep, and read. Maybe I shouldn't say I'm putting of my novel of hate so soon. --a