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quislibetWow, *someone* wanted really badly to be Marilyn Manson. (See "Current Music.")
So fortunately the mediocre burgers I was resolutely expecting turned out to be, instead, a decent buffet of ethnic foods, the way an anthropology department party should be. The pre-sculpted frozen burgers of last year constituted only a temporary anomaly.
But even bad burgers might have been more impressive than the classics department reception I blew off, which would (to judge from prior occasions) have had some Pepperidge Farm cookies and a bottle of cheap wine or two, and lasted a half hour or so before people ran out of things to say. At the anthropology party, there was plentiful beer, good food, badminton, and even injuries. (I abstained from the last two.)
The party was enlivened to an extent by a three-year-old, the child of two anthropology students (at least one of them a post-doc, I think), who is learning his fourth language already and apparently says things like "I'm African-American Norwegian: I'm not the hegemony." But last night he was mostly just being a three-year-old hopped up on cola, which is amusing for a while if it's not your problem.
Mosquitoes ended the celebrations around dusk.
On the way home we witnessed some of the worst driving ever, not to mention bizarrely heavy traffic. One driver couldn't keep his SUV between the lane lines, with so much difficulty that surely coordination-clouding chemicals were in operation; another, speeding at about 80, passed someone on the right shoulder and veered left across three lanes until he was in the fast lane; and numerous people felt that they needed their headlights on the brightest setting as they drove through the not-so-inky blackness of a major highway passing through a brightly lit urban area at 8:30 PM.
So much to do today, especially with tomorrow scheduled to be geeked away. (For one thing, there are all those unread articles I copied yesterday.) Probably not able to make it to a party tonight, even to see someone only temporarily in the area.
So fortunately the mediocre burgers I was resolutely expecting turned out to be, instead, a decent buffet of ethnic foods, the way an anthropology department party should be. The pre-sculpted frozen burgers of last year constituted only a temporary anomaly.
But even bad burgers might have been more impressive than the classics department reception I blew off, which would (to judge from prior occasions) have had some Pepperidge Farm cookies and a bottle of cheap wine or two, and lasted a half hour or so before people ran out of things to say. At the anthropology party, there was plentiful beer, good food, badminton, and even injuries. (I abstained from the last two.)
The party was enlivened to an extent by a three-year-old, the child of two anthropology students (at least one of them a post-doc, I think), who is learning his fourth language already and apparently says things like "I'm African-American Norwegian: I'm not the hegemony." But last night he was mostly just being a three-year-old hopped up on cola, which is amusing for a while if it's not your problem.
Mosquitoes ended the celebrations around dusk.
On the way home we witnessed some of the worst driving ever, not to mention bizarrely heavy traffic. One driver couldn't keep his SUV between the lane lines, with so much difficulty that surely coordination-clouding chemicals were in operation; another, speeding at about 80, passed someone on the right shoulder and veered left across three lanes until he was in the fast lane; and numerous people felt that they needed their headlights on the brightest setting as they drove through the not-so-inky blackness of a major highway passing through a brightly lit urban area at 8:30 PM.
So much to do today, especially with tomorrow scheduled to be geeked away. (For one thing, there are all those unread articles I copied yesterday.) Probably not able to make it to a party tonight, even to see someone only temporarily in the area.
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Date: 2003-09-06 11:10 am (UTC)For a few years I was one of the grad student reps to the graduate committee in the anthro dept at McGill--one of my responsibilities was to buy stuff for the annual wine and cheese. It was like a dream come true for grad students, being handed $150 and told to go spend it all on food and wine...
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Date: 2003-09-08 08:00 am (UTC)Huh. Wonder where it went?
It was a song by Bile. Or maybe the song was called "Bile." In any event it was on an Energy Records sampler from 1997 that I don't intend to keep.