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Lunch break
Monday, May 7th, 2007 01:40 pmMy weekend was outside of space and time, because Crocky was here. Something about her just makes time stop and moves everything to another plane of reality that is not exactly unreal, but isn't coherent with my everyday reality of university and family, either.
It is scary how much my week depends on the knowledge that on the weekend, we will be seeing each other. If we do not, I don't feel well, I grow very dependent on our daily phone calls, and I miss her terribly every day. Sometimes I doubt it's entirely healthy. On the weekends, I feel that they belong to us and us alone, and I meet disturbances only very, very grudgingly.
I have become absolutely addicted to this relationship, and time with Crocky. So far it hasn't had any dramatically negative side-effects, but I doubt that addictions are positive, even when they're to people.
She went home again this morning and I am waiting for my courses to begin at four, in the Mac pool. There is so little oxygen in the buildings that I feel completely light-headed and unable to concentrate on any work. It's too cold to open the window, too. Great.
I hate the fact that my university is obsessed with Macs. There is one PC pool, and two Mac pools. Blegh. Are there Word-like programmes on Macs? Do they exist? If they do, why doesn't my university bother with having them installed on these computers? I am about to write my homework in an e-mail programme. Although seeing as the two girl working on their presentation on Scots (which makes my skin crawl - do they know anything at all about Scots??) are using a PowerPoint-like programme, they do seem to exist.
Why do we even bother with presentations? I think in all the years at this university I have been to about two presentations that were really worth attending. No one ever takes them seriously and the value they have for the courses are close to zero, especially with people doing the presentation who so obviously don't know what they're talking about. Sadly, I can't find the great site with sound samples Crocky showed me the other day, but here's an example for synthetic Scots.
I've been looking everywhere for material on "The Widower" by Hugh McDiarmid, but there's just nothing on the little poem that contains two very pretty words, "pitmerk" and "snell". "Pitmerk" means pitch dark, "snell", which means piercing, icy, cold, severe.
It doesn't help that there are so many other pretty poems on the poetry pages that distract me, like ( The Twa Corbies - anonymous, Scottish ), or the unforgettable ( Tay Bridge Disaster - William Topaz McGonagall ). Or this poem, ( Lovesong - Ted Hughes ). I loved his "Examination at the Womb Door".
Off to try and get some work done instead of slowly dozing off.
It is scary how much my week depends on the knowledge that on the weekend, we will be seeing each other. If we do not, I don't feel well, I grow very dependent on our daily phone calls, and I miss her terribly every day. Sometimes I doubt it's entirely healthy. On the weekends, I feel that they belong to us and us alone, and I meet disturbances only very, very grudgingly.
I have become absolutely addicted to this relationship, and time with Crocky. So far it hasn't had any dramatically negative side-effects, but I doubt that addictions are positive, even when they're to people.
She went home again this morning and I am waiting for my courses to begin at four, in the Mac pool. There is so little oxygen in the buildings that I feel completely light-headed and unable to concentrate on any work. It's too cold to open the window, too. Great.
I hate the fact that my university is obsessed with Macs. There is one PC pool, and two Mac pools. Blegh. Are there Word-like programmes on Macs? Do they exist? If they do, why doesn't my university bother with having them installed on these computers? I am about to write my homework in an e-mail programme. Although seeing as the two girl working on their presentation on Scots (which makes my skin crawl - do they know anything at all about Scots??) are using a PowerPoint-like programme, they do seem to exist.
Why do we even bother with presentations? I think in all the years at this university I have been to about two presentations that were really worth attending. No one ever takes them seriously and the value they have for the courses are close to zero, especially with people doing the presentation who so obviously don't know what they're talking about. Sadly, I can't find the great site with sound samples Crocky showed me the other day, but here's an example for synthetic Scots.
I've been looking everywhere for material on "The Widower" by Hugh McDiarmid, but there's just nothing on the little poem that contains two very pretty words, "pitmerk" and "snell". "Pitmerk" means pitch dark, "snell", which means piercing, icy, cold, severe.
It doesn't help that there are so many other pretty poems on the poetry pages that distract me, like ( The Twa Corbies - anonymous, Scottish ), or the unforgettable ( Tay Bridge Disaster - William Topaz McGonagall ). Or this poem, ( Lovesong - Ted Hughes ). I loved his "Examination at the Womb Door".
Off to try and get some work done instead of slowly dozing off.
