2006-05-04
Off to Florida with the Smiths and Hunter S. Thompson
I finished grading all of my students' assignments last night at 9 p.m., listening to Morrisey Live and the Bad Plus. Surreal. Overall, I was pretty happy with most of my students' final maps. I had worried that some of the students wouldn't pull it off, but those fears were for not. Many students did much better than I would have imagined.
I am meeting with Bob at 10:15 to hand over the spreadsheet. Then I'm off to class to watch my students present their final maps and discuss why they chose particular visual variables, etc. Birgit picks me up at 12:30. We go home, play with Mette for a couple of hours, have lunch, probably go for a walk, and then I'm off to the HH terminal for the unknown. Flying into Orlando. My brother is on his way to Miami right now with his wife. He is coming home tonight and picking me up at the airport. Then tomorrow we drive back to Miami. I think this is crazy, but I am excited to see his house again.
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Then Friday... we leave Miami at 11:30 that evening. I confirmed the flight last night. I am hoping we can hit the beach or downtown for an hour or so. And then we will be off to Rio...
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Yesterday was busy. Not much to write. I haven't even thought about the fact I am leaving for Brazil really. I was in lab for seven hours yesterday, then waited an hour for the bus ride home, and graded all evening. Mette feels ignored. Birgit is exhausted from work and taking care of Mette. And I'm pooped... perfect time to run off.
I'm in a computer lab right now with a bunch of historian students making PowerPoint presentations using statistics. It is a little surreal. Kind of annoying, as they are discussing. My brain isn't focused. I should run.
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However, before I do, I must mention that I'm reading a book by Steve Martin called Shopgirl. It's a novella, and I'm hoping to finish it before I get to the airport. It pretty much hits the nail on the head when it comes to men, women, and the dating game. He's a bloody brilliant writer -- now if he could only act worth a hill of beans. (Although, I saw the movie called "Shopgirl" last week, and it is pretty true to the book. Definitely worth a rental.)
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Hunter S. Thompson is in my carryon. My mp3 player is loaded with the Smiths and Atmosphere. I'm loaded up on anti-allergy medicine and have a suitcase full of sleeping aids. I am ready. See you all from the global south...
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P.S. I just found this blog from Sao Paulo, Brazil, by hitting "Next Blog" in the upper right hand corner of my blog site. It randomly sent me here. Kind of freaky!
I am meeting with Bob at 10:15 to hand over the spreadsheet. Then I'm off to class to watch my students present their final maps and discuss why they chose particular visual variables, etc. Birgit picks me up at 12:30. We go home, play with Mette for a couple of hours, have lunch, probably go for a walk, and then I'm off to the HH terminal for the unknown. Flying into Orlando. My brother is on his way to Miami right now with his wife. He is coming home tonight and picking me up at the airport. Then tomorrow we drive back to Miami. I think this is crazy, but I am excited to see his house again.
***
Then Friday... we leave Miami at 11:30 that evening. I confirmed the flight last night. I am hoping we can hit the beach or downtown for an hour or so. And then we will be off to Rio...
***
Yesterday was busy. Not much to write. I haven't even thought about the fact I am leaving for Brazil really. I was in lab for seven hours yesterday, then waited an hour for the bus ride home, and graded all evening. Mette feels ignored. Birgit is exhausted from work and taking care of Mette. And I'm pooped... perfect time to run off.
I'm in a computer lab right now with a bunch of historian students making PowerPoint presentations using statistics. It is a little surreal. Kind of annoying, as they are discussing. My brain isn't focused. I should run.
***
However, before I do, I must mention that I'm reading a book by Steve Martin called Shopgirl. It's a novella, and I'm hoping to finish it before I get to the airport. It pretty much hits the nail on the head when it comes to men, women, and the dating game. He's a bloody brilliant writer -- now if he could only act worth a hill of beans. (Although, I saw the movie called "Shopgirl" last week, and it is pretty true to the book. Definitely worth a rental.)
***
Hunter S. Thompson is in my carryon. My mp3 player is loaded with the Smiths and Atmosphere. I'm loaded up on anti-allergy medicine and have a suitcase full of sleeping aids. I am ready. See you all from the global south...
***
P.S. I just found this blog from Sao Paulo, Brazil, by hitting "Next Blog" in the upper right hand corner of my blog site. It randomly sent me here. Kind of freaky!
