| vacation, even though i'm working. |
[Mar. 26th, 2007|01:07 am] |
It's good to be on vacation. Before going back to school, I wouldn't have considered this vacation time, but it's awfully nice not to have the background nervousness of school projects to be completed lurking in the wings. (Of course, I have the background nervousness of us not making payroll after this week, but that's separate.)
I'm less than impressed that my grades are higher now than they were when I was in engineering school, because I'm honestly not working as hard now as I was then. This might be a sign of maturity--I don't remember, but it's entirely possible that at some point in the past, I'd have been pleased if the instructor had given us all A's no matter what. I'd like to think it wasn't, but wishful thinking does not a reliable memory make. In any case, I found some good textbook deals (huzzah for paperback 'International Editions' of hardback textbooks costing a tenth--literally--of the regular version) and... didn't do much else that's productive. But that's okay... I'm on vacation!
Carin and I went up to the university to see Rick, but took some time off when we got there so I could scan a book from the music library. I had intended to scan Karg-Elert's thirty flute caprices, which I'd taken out from the library about two years ago, but I couldn't find them, and neither could the on-duty librarian. I settled for scanning a batch of nine exercises by Leonardo de Lorenzo, which I'll send to the Mutopia project, maybe, or Project Gutenberg. I can't typeset music for shit, but there's a dearth of flute exercises available from these folks, and I'm sure I'll be able to get something out of the roughly 70MB of TIFFs I have.
We went out for Chinese, and ordered "beef tender"... however, there was a typo on the menu, and we received beef tendon. I am not joking. It wasn't really edible by us roundeyes, and they brought us replacement food. I felt sheepish, really--I should have given it my all and eaten the darn tendon, even if it was like eating congealed fat. We found Rick's new room (the old one had bedbugs), and chilled watching another B5 ep. Next up, The One Neil Gaiman Wrote.
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