Springing
I know there’s going to be water restrictions a go go later this summer, but man! - how lovely was it today?!
For my part, I donned a tank top and a pair of ridiculously small shorts and read on the balcony - an act, I am told, that is ‘very English of [me].’ I got some pink, some freckles - all is well with the world.
I even finished my reading.
The problem with school, as I am learning, is that they’ve assigned other reading as well. So you finish your reading, feel pretty good about yourself, and then have to do more of it the next day. It’s clearly an imperfect system. I mean, I know enough about popular movies to make me a coveted trivia team member (thanks, Sara). What else - apart from the difference between Dead Calm and Fatal Attraction - could I possibly need to learn?
When will knowing the name of the old lady from Driving Miss Daisy be enough?
(It’s Jessica Tandy.)
Speaking of frustrations with university systems, the I’m Alan Partridge dvd I rented from the ERC this weekend was missing a disc. I popped the only disc I saw into the machine and began watching the seemingly random clips. After pondering whether or not this was the most transcendently post-modern comedy ever, I realized I was watching the bonus features.
I returned the dvd to the library today and explained the clepto-thievery of the renter before me. This resulted in my being forced to fill out a hugely long form declaring that I had not stolen the disc. I now have to take the form, get it signed by a Justice of the Peace and return to the library.
Whilst complaining about this to the librarian, I asked what would be done to the person who had actually stolen it. Apparently nothing - the library will just buy a new copy. Pointing out the seeming injustice of this led him to say,
Well, at least you won’t have to pay for a new dvd.
Um, yes… I suppose not being forced to replace something you didn’t steal (and really has nothing to do with you) is a benefit. Thanks MelbUni!
(I’ve actually caught myself a few times saying, ‘Thanks, Macalester’ in the tone in which we all used to say it - they’re becoming increasingly conflated.)
Lastly, this is funny. And sad.
