Tuesday

Today didn’t start very auspiciously.

I bought an iced tea before work, like I often do, only the bottle top didn’t pop when I opened it. So, rather than risk any possible contamination — have I mentioned that I’ve been taking this online course? — I poured it out in the pantry sink.

As I was leaving the place where I bought the iced tea, I snagged my headphones on the door and they broke. These were the ear-bud variety, which is what I prefer — I hope I combat potential hearing loss by, you know, not listening to my iPod at a ridiculously loud volume — so it doesn’t take much of a break to make them totally useless. I tossed them in the trash on my way into the office.

Is it weird that I was almost hoping the yogurt I also bought would be expired or moldy or something, thus completing some kind of bizarre trifecta or hat trick of lousiness and setting the stage perfectly for the day? I mean, obviously I didn’t want or expect that, and was glad when it turned out not to be the case. I paid good money for that peach yogurt and enjoyed eating it for breakfast. But I have to admit, I probably would have taken some kind of satisfaction from its being spoiled along with the tea and the headphones, felt strangely justified in feeling grumpy and tired, the way the first morning commute of the week can sometimes make you feel. Well of course, I’d think, like all these little annoyances added up to something, proved something. It’s maybe a smug of kind of cynicism, and I’m not exactly proud of it, but… Well, I mean, if the universe is out to get you, at least it means the universe is taking an active interest, right?

Which is way beyond what I thought this morning when I opened my yogurt, and almost certainly way over-thinking it now.

Because, anyway, the rest of the day went pretty well — surprisingly well, in fact. I had three phone calls lined up for the afternoon, at least one of which I didn’t have any expectation of going especially well at all. But each of them turned out to be pretty decent conversations. Sometimes, when you ask instructors to talk about their courses, they actually surprise you by being willing to do so.

I don’t know if it makes up for the lost iced tea or headphones, but it’ll do.

Oh, and I also finished reading Isaac Asimov’s The Caves of Steel, which I think is actually the first Asimov I’ve ever read, with the possible exception of a short story here or there. It was okay, I guess. I think I enjoyed it more that I did Rendezvous With Rama, another classic science fiction novel I read earlier this year, but I also found this one a bit disappointing.

Saturday night’s all right

My parents have been away for a couple of weeks, traveling in Portugal, Gibraltar, and Spain, and they returned on Thursday night. I went to pick them up at the airport after work and then returned home to a very happy-to-see-them dog. (It was very shortly like they’d never been gone — “oh, were you away? welcome back” — but clearly just him and me for two weeks wasn’t exactly what he’d prefer.

I was out of the office this week, except for Thursday and Friday, visiting campuses and talking with instructors (or being stood up them), and I was out the week before. So I’m slowly getting used to a regular schedule too, just as much as the dog.

This evening, I did let myself do something I pretty much refused to while I was alone in the house: I watched a horror movie. Seriously, I like horror movies, but I can be kind of a wuss about them. The house is three stories tall, it’s dark and mid-October, and it’s just me and the dog. I didn’t even want to watch Sleepy Hollow in the evenings.

So I was kind of looking forward to this…but disappointed when I actually decided on a movie, Resolution. It’s interesting — I’m seeing it described a lot as an indie Cabin in the Woods, which I guess is sort of accurate — but it’s not very scary, and it’s pretty disappointing in the end. It’s almost a parody of the genre, or a knowing commentary on it, except less knowing and and well-constructed as Cabin.

Anyway, that was my Saturday. My parents are still a little jet-lagged, I think, and maybe feeling a little under the weather too. But the dog is clearly glad that they’re back, if only because my father is the soft touch when the dog’s begging at the dinner table.

Random 10 10-18-13

Last week. This week:

  1. “Hey Bulldog” by Toad the Wet Sprocket (orig. the Beatles), guessed by random passer-by
    What makes you think you’re something special when you smile?
  2. “It’s Raining” by Inara Georg
    I guess I’ll just go crazy tonight
  3. “Lodestar” by Sarah Harmer
    Listen, the darkness rings
  4. “If I Ever Leave This World Alive” by Flogging Molly
    I’ll be here when it all gets weird
  5. “I Got Stripes” by Johnny Cash
    On a Monday I was arrested
  6. “Ohio” by Devo (orig. CSNY), guessed by Clayton
    We’re finally on our own
  7. “Joe’s Garage” by Frank Zappa, guessed by Clayton
    If you can load or unload, go to the white zone
  8. “Ramshackle Day Parade” by Joe strummer and the Mescaleros
    Taking the freight elevator from the incinerators
  9. “1921” by the Who, more or less guessed by Betty
    I had no reason to be over optimistic
  10. “I’m Losing You” by John Lennon
    Stop the bleeding out

As always, good luck!

Wednesday

I’ve been back to work, after taking last week off, although I haven’t yet returned to the office.

Yesterday, I was back in the city, but I spent the day downtown, meeting with instructors (and the bookstore, and a librarian) at Pace University. It went okay, and if nothing else I feel like I’m back in the swing of things asking these kinds of questions. I still don’t love it, particularly walking in somewhere I don’t have an earlier appointment (like the bookstore) and trying to explain the research I’m doing and convincing them to help me with it, but I’m not as nervous about the whole thing as I was at the start of this semester.

I may be again in the spring, or next fall, when I’ve had another several months off from it. But for now, I don’t mind.

Talking with the librarian was interesting, partly because she’s the first who has agreed to meet with me at any school. (It’s often hard just to find the person in charge of a school’s digital collections, which is who we’ve been asked to talk with.) And I had a really constructive meeting with an author who’s book I’m technically not working on anymore, but for whom I did a good chunk of market research.

Today, I was back on Long Island, but out at Dowling College, in Oakdale. It’s maybe not the prettiest campus — not that Pace, necessarily, is either — but it’s right on the Connetquot River and built on the site of one of the Vanderbilts’ former estates. I had some good meetings — they were particularly friendly at the bookstore and in psychology — and while lunch was perfectly terrible and a couple of instructors stood me up, it was not an unproductive day.

I have several more phone calls lined up, including some tomorrow, and I’m still hoping to connect with some of the people who weren’t where they said they’d be today. (Honestly, I understand the people who say no, and the ones who never respond, but the ones who say yes, they’d be happy to meet and then never respond to your follow-ups? What’s that about?)