is conrad black really posting columns
to the globe and mail from jail? How does that work?
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Last night I was reminded, the hard way, that going to a wine and cheese party on an empty stomach is a bad idea for so so many reasons. This is now recorded for posterity and I hope I will never make this mistake again. I wonder when my stomach will forgive me?
(another lesson, and i guess I could have predicted this, but a wine and cheese hosted by lesbians is a good way to meet many new lesbians, but not so much anyone else. There was also a very earnest man with an uncanny resemblance to a giraffe.)
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I am beginning to embrace my new role as doctoral student. First I had to get over my suspicion that pursuing a doctorate involves an embarrassing amount of hubris.
Then, conversely, I had to convince myself that I have something to offer this field and I am not just taking advantage of this opportunity to hide out for another 4 years, rack up debt, and put off my future. I had to accept that a doctorate is my future.
So. I've accepted it. I'm going to be overeducated, hopelessly specialized, cut off from reality in my academic tower. And somehow, I am going to make that work for me.
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Yesterday I spent about 10 hours in the same position: hunched over my desk in my windowless office, working on something that I thought would take 2 hours. When I finally finished, I was truly brain-dead and in need of: dinner, a hot shower, a bottle of merlot, a massage, and a joint. Not necessarily in that order. None of it was forthcoming; I had to bike home, meet my roommate, and head to the wine and cheese. I was already late and there is nothing worse than working all day and then rushing off somewhere.
I biked along the streetcar tracks on canal toward the river, feeling sorry for myself, when! suddenly! brass band! a brass band from heaven! not really... but oh, a gigantic high school brass band marched along the street in their uniforms, twirling batons, dancing, just loving life. they were amazing... so much energy and talent streaming into the warm, misty night air. How can anyone feel sad when there is a brass band marching by? I had to stop and smile, suddenly in love with new orleans and grateful for my life here.
10:32 a.m. - 2008-10-24
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