Class was interrupted today because the professor had a surprise baby shower. He’s expecting a daughter in a few weeks. The surprise baby shower was interrupted because the professor, also our new dean, had to leave to go house hunting.
He’s expecting to upgrade in a few weeks.
They got him out of class by saying there was an emergency that needed his attention. Later he told me of some of the problems he’d been dealing with lately. He said he was bracing for one of those things to reappear and, instead people gave him cake and a car seat.
Better than the alternative.
I visited with my adviser. We discussed the art of conceptualization. I missed another professor, who was dashing about late for a class after a long meeting. So I had lunch.
You’re familiar with the giant silver tea containers you find at fast food joints. I snapped the valve right off one of those today. When you do this, tea doesn’t drip down, but rather shoots out at a 90-degree angle, with force. So I’m simultaneously dodging the stream, figuring out what went wrong and how to solve the problem. And getting sprayed with tea, because the first part of my plan was only 90 percent successful. Finally, after four or five days, someone notices and comes to help.
She grabs one of those little stainless steel food prep containers, realizes this will not hold all of the tea gushing out of the Deepwater Horizon rupture I’ve caused in her restaurant and asks me if I wouldn’t mind holding that valve over the still pouring tea. I’d figured out by covering the opening I could at least stem the flow.
She disappeared for 45 minutes or so. When she returned the pitcher was removed. I washed my hands of the evidence. As I ate she brought me a nice gift card. She said it was for my help, but really it was because I broke something. So, the point of that story is that Chipotle is awesome, though they need to finally get around to fixing the tea container.
I was told this has happened several times.
Met with another professor. Did work. Drove home.
The Yankee and I had dinner at Provino’s with our realtor-friend. The night started with a conversation about peaches and leather and ended with a Beavis and Butthead reference. All topics were covered in between.
Saw this today:
There’s going to be a lot more of this in the coming days. Pumpkins need an advocacy group. Gourds are people, too. At least the ones with their scalps still attached.
