I taught in a relatively quiet classroom by comparison; my class of 15 (14 today) would have been small-pickins for a would-be-gunman.
Lynn made a yellow-and-chocolate marble cake (much like the ones I made a few times in Berlin) and gave me a slice — that was “breakfast” … or at least breakfast part 2. And two cups of coffee.
The copier jammed on me. Three times. And the transparency holder was extended, so the copier thought it was making 11×17 copies, so it printed empty/blank transparencies for me (matter of page content and layout). Thank you so-easy-a-caveman-could-do-it technology.
Perhaps I needed another coffee.
Mark and I “fixed” it, and then I taught. I have the newest (3×03) Doctor Who to watch; the barista at Fair Trade yesterday said it was/is great.
After teaching I chatted with Mike for an hour or perhaps even two on emergence and the definition of “metaphysics” and “metaphysical.” In a sense it was a silly discussion that bordered on academic argument, at other points it allowed me to make points and work through dissertation material. I think he’s a property dualist.
That’s a good term to know.
Andrea appeared (after Helena reappeared and wondered if we’d been in the same positions the whole time), and so I turned the theological discussion her direction, since she’s one of the department’s more literate, eloquent and although conservative still tolerant and interesting believers.
I taught extended adjectival modifiers in class today; I wish they were more “grammatical” in English — I love them, but they often make my English “forced” … but, as I wrote, I love them.
I also got the “I ‘heart’ Marvel” February comics from 2006. And I renamed most of my Heavy Metal issues … I wanted to organize by volume and number, and then year and month, but I need to put year first because there are a couple of cases where they seemingly intentionally used f**king volume and number numbering (1993 in the main magazine, 2003 in the Special Editions), and I’d rather things remain in “chronological order.” To achieve the task, rather than renaming things by hand I employed a couple nifty Bash tricks and a bit of sed to manipulate the file names as strings.
I could spend my whole day coding, but that dissertation hanging over my head weighs heavily and makes me feel guilty, as if I were some sort of Catholic school girl.
After chatting with Mike I finally made it to the Union for lunch and got some reading done, in particular my lines for Glaube, Liebe, Hoffnung, the German play we’re putting on this year (author: Ödön von Horvath). I have fewer than a dozen lines but I hadn’t met with the rest of the cast yet to work on them and I didn’t have the desired grace just come to me when first working on them. A disappointment in a way, but it will come together, and Manfred was pleased with the result.
Since I finished “P” last night I started “Q” this evening with some Queen, first A Night At The Opera and then Classic Queen and Greatest Hits. Innuendo is next, followed by Live and Wembley 86 (2 CDs) and Live Killers (2 CDs) … I won’t listen to it all tonight (Doctor Who, after all).
