Yesterday I sent out the confirmation email for a mixed faculty-grad student event I'm helping organize. I received an email back from one of the more famous members of our English faculty. His question?
"Will there be lunch?"
Because young or old, famous or unknown, what academics are really concerned with is whether you will be feeding them.
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( Tonight's White Collar was Old Skool, man! )
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Spent the weekend at my parents' house, mostly to see Caz, who's with them until I'm off crutches. I did a lot of reading and a lot of kitty-cuddling, and I let my parents feed me and take care of me for a couple of days. I miss my kitty something awful, you guys. The apartment is so empty without him. But the new roommate is working out very well! I like her a lot. Former Roommate R was a great roommate, but New Roommate B is a lot more fun.
Today was exhausting. Too much crutching. I was so out of spoons by 8pm that all I could do was come home and sprawl on my bed. I didn't even have enough left to do dinner and WC with
jarsofwind like we'd planned. *sigh* Tomorrow will be easier - all I have is a lunch meeting at noon, and then I can come home.
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I haven't been writing at all. I wrote myself out on
fandom_stocking (still haven't posted the last couple of fics for that, actually), but I have a couple of fics that need writing. Speaking of which, would any of the UK people on my flist be willing to talk to me about house-hunting in the UK? I really want to write the house-hunting fic set in my TenII/Ianto/Jack 'verse, but the truth is that I've been prevented from doing so by my complete lack of knowledge about how that works in Britain.
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Got my "This is not a bill" statement for my knee surgery. $40,499.19. And that was just for the time I spent directly under the knife. Everything else got billed separately.
That's more than I make in a year. Thank God for insurance . . . but at the same time, insurance is what fucks the market up and allows hospitals to charge more than the market can actually bear. What a fucked up system.
"Will there be lunch?"
Because young or old, famous or unknown, what academics are really concerned with is whether you will be feeding them.
***
( Tonight's White Collar was Old Skool, man! )
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Spent the weekend at my parents' house, mostly to see Caz, who's with them until I'm off crutches. I did a lot of reading and a lot of kitty-cuddling, and I let my parents feed me and take care of me for a couple of days. I miss my kitty something awful, you guys. The apartment is so empty without him. But the new roommate is working out very well! I like her a lot. Former Roommate R was a great roommate, but New Roommate B is a lot more fun.
Today was exhausting. Too much crutching. I was so out of spoons by 8pm that all I could do was come home and sprawl on my bed. I didn't even have enough left to do dinner and WC with
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I haven't been writing at all. I wrote myself out on
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Got my "This is not a bill" statement for my knee surgery. $40,499.19. And that was just for the time I spent directly under the knife. Everything else got billed separately.
That's more than I make in a year. Thank God for insurance . . . but at the same time, insurance is what fucks the market up and allows hospitals to charge more than the market can actually bear. What a fucked up system.