Distracted

Date: 2002-02-13 18:58:28

I'll start at the beginning, which may seem like it's the end from a chronological standpoint. But that's wrong, because events that haven't happened yet are causing me to, for once in my life, plan ahead. (Don't let word get out.)

This weekend I'm heading to Longview with Gem to deal with wedding stuff. Bethany's tagging along so she and Gem can locate bridesmaids dresses. I'd love to get a shot at Powell's. (I can think of plenty of reasons why that might not be a good idea: my reading queue is long enough already; romantic American literature is absorbing all of my discretionary reading time (right now I'm trudging through Moby Dick; the thought had occurred to me to watch the version with Patrick Stewart); cash is not something I have large quantities of at the moment; time is not something I have large quantities of at the moment.) Whatever I end up doing, it'll absorb all of the time usually spent on Sunday to do exciting school-related things. Which means I need to do extra stuff now, so I'll have everything done by Monday that needs to be done by Monday. This meant that it would be a good idea for me to have written some drivel for romantic American literature; I'm supposed to write a three to five page paper analyzing a Walt Whitman poem. I may have mentioned that I have a mental block about poetry. I'm fairly confident I can spew sufficient verbiage to make it work, but I could not convince myself to type today. So I'll have to do it later. (It's due on Friday, but I have lab Thursday afternoon, and other stuff to do for Friday. Great fun and excitement.)

On Monday, I turned in my satirical take on the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. Today in writing for engineers Dr. Nosworthy presented overheads with sentences gleaned from the rough drafts of the papers we turned in and she read. She pointed out what needed to be fixed on some of them and said several times that she couldn't wait to get to sentence twenty. I thought maybe it could be mine but then dismissed the idea. Sentence twenty made it onto its own overhead and was mine. (Had I bothered to proofread the paper before turning it in, I would have caught the little mistake. Oh well.)

Now I'm off to computer science colloquium, where I'll show off my physical binary clock during Stirling's presentation about embedded systems. Should be great fun.