Your Move, Snickety
I would like to go on record as saying that I don't want to be studying for my comprehensive exams. But to make up for it, I have just eaten the greatest chocolate ice cream in the world. Normally I don't like plain chocolate ice cream; I like an orgy of chocolate and other awful delicious stuff, like the marshmallows and caramel and chunky fudgy fish in Ben & Jerry's Phish Food. But I can eat this stuff plain and feel like I have been through Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory with a bigger appetite than Augustus Gloop.
It's so chocolate it leaves you dying for water. For those in Bellingham, get your tushies to the Public Market and eat some. Phish Food and those chocolate-almond coffee ice cream bars from Haagen-Daz are the only things that can compare. Maybe some Lindt Truffles, dark chocolate (the blue kind, not the black kind that's too bitter). Or maybe just Coke and MnMs; that's just crappy deliciousness. No, none of those compare.
Anyway, I'm studying for the comprehensive exams, which was a pain before but I'm starting to enjoy. I finished the very good BBC full-cast dramatization of David Copperfield, which was much more fun than reading Dickens, though I don't mind Dickens. I read Beloved by Toni Morrison, which is beautiful, and finally found an Italo Calvino story I liked (Dinosaurs). I got to read my favorite book, The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien, again, and write a study guide on it. I read Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man, which was also fantastic and funny. And I discovered that Raymond Carver's other stories are better than "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" but not better than "Cathedral." I hope I can write a story one day that has something in it as touching and original as a blind man holding another man's hand as he draws a cathedral.
But now I have to write some practice essays and I'm not excited about that. And All Songs Considered is supposed to be running a Radiohead live podcast tonight, but it hasn't shown up on my iTunes yet.
The L. Perkins Agency, namely me, has a new intern. Master Keffy of Keffington. She will dig me out from my pile of things to do, at least the things my child has not eaten.
It's so chocolate it leaves you dying for water. For those in Bellingham, get your tushies to the Public Market and eat some. Phish Food and those chocolate-almond coffee ice cream bars from Haagen-Daz are the only things that can compare. Maybe some Lindt Truffles, dark chocolate (the blue kind, not the black kind that's too bitter). Or maybe just Coke and MnMs; that's just crappy deliciousness. No, none of those compare.
Anyway, I'm studying for the comprehensive exams, which was a pain before but I'm starting to enjoy. I finished the very good BBC full-cast dramatization of David Copperfield, which was much more fun than reading Dickens, though I don't mind Dickens. I read Beloved by Toni Morrison, which is beautiful, and finally found an Italo Calvino story I liked (Dinosaurs). I got to read my favorite book, The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien, again, and write a study guide on it. I read Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man, which was also fantastic and funny. And I discovered that Raymond Carver's other stories are better than "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" but not better than "Cathedral." I hope I can write a story one day that has something in it as touching and original as a blind man holding another man's hand as he draws a cathedral.
But now I have to write some practice essays and I'm not excited about that. And All Songs Considered is supposed to be running a Radiohead live podcast tonight, but it hasn't shown up on my iTunes yet.
The L. Perkins Agency, namely me, has a new intern. Master Keffy of Keffington. She will dig me out from my pile of things to do, at least the things my child has not eaten.
- Music:The Frames--Live on All Songs Considered
posted by Spencer at 9:08 PM
2 Comments:
Well, I am watching the pilot episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. You will be the most awesome of all awesomes on your exams. Do not worry.
You can do it. Anyone who can read that much in so little time ought to be able to really wow his professors with profound and witty essays.
Seriously. There is no way I could be a graduate student in English. I am such a slow reader.
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