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Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing
January 25, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 825.
Words total: 26,900 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota! And Case abruptly clammed up, and I am too tired to chase him.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: Astringent. Once he sorted the flecks of dirt from it, astringent. It was salty with the flavour of a sailor for a father whose father had been a sailor before him, ...long enough back that the wind had beaten salt spray into and through their skins and it flowed in their blood inheritance.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Case: Surgery recovery.
Zithembe: Someone rich just got wounded in the riot you're investigating, and now you're head's gonna be on a platter if they get killed. Enjoy! *g*
Research Roundup: None, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollstonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: It is -25 C out today. My tea froze between Sid Smith and Emmanuel College (ten minute walk). In the thermos.
Day Twenty:
Today in Acquisition, aka The Class Where Only Five People Contribute Out Of A Hundred, we watched the first half of a documentary that's pretty much just a basic layman's intro to linguistics proper. And it had Chomsky, and Stephen Jay Gould, and a bunch of linguist types talking, and then there on my screen was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ozarque! And I sat bolt upright and said to my friend beside me: "Hey, I know her!" with a big smile on my face.
It is sometimes a not-unpleasant feeling when worlds collide. *g*
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 825.
Words total: 26,900 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota! And Case abruptly clammed up, and I am too tired to chase him.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: Astringent. Once he sorted the flecks of dirt from it, astringent. It was salty with the flavour of a sailor for a father whose father had been a sailor before him, ...long enough back that the wind had beaten salt spray into and through their skins and it flowed in their blood inheritance.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Case: Surgery recovery.
Zithembe: Someone rich just got wounded in the riot you're investigating, and now you're head's gonna be on a platter if they get killed. Enjoy! *g*
Research Roundup: None, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollstonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: It is -25 C out today. My tea froze between Sid Smith and Emmanuel College (ten minute walk). In the thermos.
Day Twenty:
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Today in Acquisition, aka The Class Where Only Five People Contribute Out Of A Hundred, we watched the first half of a documentary that's pretty much just a basic layman's intro to linguistics proper. And it had Chomsky, and Stephen Jay Gould, and a bunch of linguist types talking, and then there on my screen was
ozarque! And I sat bolt upright and said to my friend beside me: "Hey, I know her!" with a big smile on my face.It is sometimes a not-unpleasant feeling when worlds collide. *g*
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And then again a couple years ago when we were both guests at ConQuesT in Kansas City. I was moderating a panel that she was on, and when I allowed the panel to wander off topic she berated me (and correctly so) right there in the middle of the panel.
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