I’m not trying to neglect my website, but I am busier than ever, and haven’t had a chance to write about what I’ve been up to.
In a nutshell, I scored some bargains at the Friends of the Library sale, including twenty-four classical CDs–among which were three Arthur Fiedler RCA Living Stereo discs–and several hardcover biographies, and Norton editions of Moby Dick and Madame Bovary. The afternoon of the FoL sale, Miriam and I went to a picnic at the Thomas Center, and later that night met up with Matt and Kerri to see their new house. We drove with them up to Newberry and experienced bizarre things. We walked through a corn maze, took a hay ride and got chased by a thresher, and stood ankle deep in corn. In front of Backyard Barbecue in Newberry we saw the aftermath of a horrible motorcycle accident. Some guys had been running from the police and wiped out. The regulars at Backyard Barbecue take karaoke very, very seriously, and a guy who looked otherwise like any redneck you’d see in a small town sang a spot on version of “Mr. Roboto”. Then, when we were about to leave, Matt got locked in the bathroom, and the manager had to kick the door down.
Sara had a birthday dinner at La Fiesta, and afterward Miriam and I went to Laura’s house so I could determine whether her cat was fat or just really fluffy. She’s fat.
Last night was Halloween, and though I would never wear a costume, Miriam did get me a classy fake mustache, and I enjoyed waiting to see if people would recognize me at Big Lou’s. Jackie walked past me several times, then sat right behind me without noticing me. She was dressed like a girl from an Old West saloon. One of the Big Lou’s waitresses was the Hamburgler. Though I don’t like dressing up, I enjoy seeing how other people dress up, and at the party we went to afterward our friends had some great costumes. Ryan and Miriam had dueling pirate outfits, and no fewer than three girls dressed as Lady Gaga. Mark’s zombie hunter costume, and Karla’s “Sacred Grove” were wonderfully improvised, and our hosts–Kerri’s sister Kristen and her girlfriend–dressed as Luigi and Mario respectively. It was good times.
Filed under: General, Special Occasions on November 1st, 2009 | No Comments »
Today is Labor Day, which marks the unofficial end of summer. I am at home, enjoying my first day off in weeks, watching tennis on television with Miriam. I am getting caught up with homework, and that feels nice.
The first day of autumn classes at the University of Florida was August 24. I am taking eighteen hours this semester, so I’ll be the world’s busiest student until mid-December. To tell the truth, I am overwhelmed. Don’t be surprised if I neglect this webpage for some time. I haven’t even finished writing about the great Puerto Rico vacation.
Meanwhile, when I think back on this summer, it seems like a blur. Particularly memorable were the weeks I spent watching Ken Burns documentaries before Summer B classes commenced. The rest of the season was consumed by German homework. Alas, that continues this fall.
Filed under: General, School on September 7th, 2009 | No Comments »
Every summer, my neighbor Elke visits her family in Berlin. She and Kyra left a couple weeks ago, and aren’t due back until next month.
In the meanwhile, while Elke is away, I am caring for her animals. The menagerie includes two cats (her adorable kittens have another home for the summer), four rabbits and a chicken. The cats require little care. They’re sassy, but I don’t have to touch them. The same goes for the bunnies. They have their own large cage, and all I have to do is fill their food dispensers and make sure their water jug–which sends water to several nipples in the cage–is always full. They don’t seem to like being molested.
The chicken, on the other hand, is the most demanding of all. She doesn’t really like her oats as much as she likes the rabbit food. That’s fine; I’ll give her what she wants. But she’s always getting under my feet, and if she thinks I am holding something she can eat, she’ll jump up. I am a six-foot-tall, 190 pound man, but it still makes me a little uncomfortable having a chicken lunge at me. After school every day, I let her out of her cage, and she pecks around the yard for a few hours until I come by later to put her back. Once it’s dark out, she goes to sleep near the back door, and I have to pick her up and carry her to her cage. She doesn’t fight me, but she does lift her wings up when she knows I am about to grab her. More troublesome is the way she knocks over her water bowls. She tries to climb up on them, and ends up dumping the water out. I make sure to check on her several times day because of this.
I also check for eggs every day. I never really gave it much thought before, but eggs are completely bizarre.
Filed under: Animals, General on July 28th, 2009 | No Comments »
I was awoken this morning by extremely loud thunder, which must have originated nearby, since the flashes of lightning were nearly simultaneous. The rain had not ceased by the time I had to leave for school, so I donned my backpack as usual, and over it a poncho I bought at Disney World, and started pedalling toward campus. The poncho leaves most of my legs uncovered, so from about three inches above my knees my pants were saturated, down to my shoes, and into my socks. My bicycle has no fenders, so I also sported an elegant dirt stripe on the back of my pants and the bottom of my backpack. But, on the plus side, I barely broke a sweat over the three-and-a-half mile ride.
I did add a class about ancient Egypt to my schedule, and it is the first class I have ever taken in McCarty Hall. It’s in an auditorium, and, in spite of the rain, it seemed nearly full. I dropped the course about America in the 1970s. I had reservations about the instructor, and it would require a goodly amount of writing, whereas the Egyptology class requires none.
On my bike ride home, after it had stopped raining, I encountered a small boy also on a bicycle. He said, “What’s up, dude? Want to race?” He couldn’t have been more than eight years old.
Filed under: General, Meteorology, School on June 30th, 2009 | 1 Comment »
In The Nation this week, David Margolick writes about two old friends who made a hobby of writing letters to the New York Times, hoping to get published. One met with repeated success, the other with consistent failure. Margolick alludes to people “who have spent lifetimes trying to break into the Times”, and equates getting a letter printed as managing to “crack the code”.
I don’t know that it’s really that big a mystery. I have written maybe six letters to the editor of the New York Times, and three of them have been published. Two have been about classical music, and another about the expanding exurbs of the Tampa Bay metropolitan area. I write letters when I am inspired by a topic. Obviously, I have eschewed inflammatory rhetoric when I have written. I know letters from crackpots don’t stand much of a chance in the Times. The Gainesville Sun, on the other hand….
Filed under: General on June 1st, 2009 | No Comments »