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choco_froshThe past few days have mostly involved medievalists and baked goods.
A new academic year: colleagues arrive and depart. Sara M is off to France in a couple weeks, but swung through New Haven one last time on Friday. So she wanted to go out for a drink, but in the end we would up having coffee and overrated cocoa at the Book Trader Cafe--for all the wrong reasons, since it turns out that Ping-Yuan is now willing to at least contemplate wine, but Brian Vivier, having contracted some dread intestinal disease in Japan, is now on drugs which do not interact well with alcohol. Poor guy. But we all sat around nd chatted about research abroad and the various foibles of faculty, and had a good time.
Grace and I, meanwhile, have resolved to go back to sample the baked goods.
Being short of cash, we put our drinks on crediti card, but they have a $5 minimum charge, so I also picked up Cherryh's classic Downbelow Station. It's not her best, but I haven't ever been able to find it in the local libraries. And now I am hooked and spending far too much time reading it. I guess it makes a change from conquering Persia.
Baked goods were also the order of the evening yesterday, as our new firstyear Medievalist (and neighbor) Marita called me up, and invited her and herpartner Stephen over for cookies, of which I just made a batch. We had already seen Marita's apartment--we moved about half of Adam Franklin-Lyons's stuff into it a few weeks ago (since the owner is in Barcelona for the year, and already having way too much fun). Apparently Stephen and the landlord managed to get their Boxspring into the apartment--a feat which we had given up as impossible, since the only conceivable way to get it up to the third floor involved removing a window frame and then passing it though the window over the front door by standing on an unbelievably rickety porch twenty feet off the ground.
Moving adventures aside, they seem like very cool people, and we shall certainly hang out some more.
Today Grace is off to Fenway with her family; I opted to stay at home, and to go (through the retreating drizzle) to the 9:00 service at Christ Church. Trouble was, there was no 9:00 service at Christ Church, 'cause they're still on their summer schedule. So I thought I'd head to HGS and check email.
At HGS, I found some fire trucks, and Bobbi and assorted friends sitting out in the entryway, trying to figre out what the hell was going on, and griping about the weatheer and being so rudely awakened. So I hung out with them for a bit, and ended up walking over to the Copper Kettle, where they'd decided to go have breakfast, as long as they were awake. And swapped some more faculty being weird stories, including faculty talking about THEIR advisors, and reflecting on the stories we'll have to tell our own graduate students (assuming we have any, of course).
What we didn't think of: What amusing anecdotes will our students tell about US?
A new academic year: colleagues arrive and depart. Sara M is off to France in a couple weeks, but swung through New Haven one last time on Friday. So she wanted to go out for a drink, but in the end we would up having coffee and overrated cocoa at the Book Trader Cafe--for all the wrong reasons, since it turns out that Ping-Yuan is now willing to at least contemplate wine, but Brian Vivier, having contracted some dread intestinal disease in Japan, is now on drugs which do not interact well with alcohol. Poor guy. But we all sat around nd chatted about research abroad and the various foibles of faculty, and had a good time.
Grace and I, meanwhile, have resolved to go back to sample the baked goods.
Being short of cash, we put our drinks on crediti card, but they have a $5 minimum charge, so I also picked up Cherryh's classic Downbelow Station. It's not her best, but I haven't ever been able to find it in the local libraries. And now I am hooked and spending far too much time reading it. I guess it makes a change from conquering Persia.
Baked goods were also the order of the evening yesterday, as our new firstyear Medievalist (and neighbor) Marita called me up, and invited her and herpartner Stephen over for cookies, of which I just made a batch. We had already seen Marita's apartment--we moved about half of Adam Franklin-Lyons's stuff into it a few weeks ago (since the owner is in Barcelona for the year, and already having way too much fun). Apparently Stephen and the landlord managed to get their Boxspring into the apartment--a feat which we had given up as impossible, since the only conceivable way to get it up to the third floor involved removing a window frame and then passing it though the window over the front door by standing on an unbelievably rickety porch twenty feet off the ground.
Moving adventures aside, they seem like very cool people, and we shall certainly hang out some more.
Today Grace is off to Fenway with her family; I opted to stay at home, and to go (through the retreating drizzle) to the 9:00 service at Christ Church. Trouble was, there was no 9:00 service at Christ Church, 'cause they're still on their summer schedule. So I thought I'd head to HGS and check email.
At HGS, I found some fire trucks, and Bobbi and assorted friends sitting out in the entryway, trying to figre out what the hell was going on, and griping about the weatheer and being so rudely awakened. So I hung out with them for a bit, and ended up walking over to the Copper Kettle, where they'd decided to go have breakfast, as long as they were awake. And swapped some more faculty being weird stories, including faculty talking about THEIR advisors, and reflecting on the stories we'll have to tell our own graduate students (assuming we have any, of course).
What we didn't think of: What amusing anecdotes will our students tell about US?
