A lot of things happened today. I finally contacted all three of my required referees for the Commonwealth and NSERC scholarships, and all three agreed to happily write up a letter for me. It’s a nice list of people I have backing me up, including my thesis supervisor, the Chair of Senate for the University, and a well-spoken, frightfully nice, retired professor.
Which means I’ll have to rush out and provide each one with a care package (required documents, cover letter, CV, research summaries, personal statements, fruit baskets, coupons, and whatever). But what a delight it is to finally tie up these loose end. Two of them will undoubtedly go on to become my Ph.D. referees, leaving only one more person I’ll need to hassle/threaten in the coming months.
I’ll drink to that!
The TA assignments were given out today, and I did get the two classes I wanted to lecture for. First year Linear Algebra for Biology/Science students, and first year Calculus for business students. Thank GOD I wasn’t assigned some crackpot upper level class for math majors.
Honestly, math people are the pits. Dullest motherfuckers around.
I’ve been linking to Rhys a lot lately. She doesn’t deserve it really, because she’s a bigger celebrity than me. And twice the loon. But nevertheless, on her most recent post, she writes about her ability to score dates simply by standing on a street corner. That’s class for you.
“I’ve never been asked out on a date at a street corner before. Well, except that one summer when I was forced to sell my body for smack. But I don’t really like to talk about that.”
Spinny and Stinking, Rhys
I was going to direct her and her viewers towards one of my favourite blogs, but then I realized a better way would be to post it here. That way they’ll need to click to my site first, adding to my revenue, and thus helping me fund my growing addiction to heroine.
Karen Cheng from Australia maintains a very popular mommy blog on the internet. It’s a rare mommy blog that doesn’t make me gag, and it’s a blog that partially inspired the design of {Phil’s Proof}. Her use of personal handwriting, a clean design, and very colorful images complimenting wonderful posts are things I tried to keep in mind when I was envisioning my baby.
But I know the guys reading this post are all, “Where the fuck are the chicks with the melons?” Relax dudes. I’m getting there.
The reason why Rhys’ adventure felt so familiar was because Karen had a similar story to tell more than a year ago. In fact, after I re-read her post, Watermelons and Stalkers, I realized how much Rhys reminded me of Karen (and vice versa).
I wasn’t as polite as my sister. If I had a knife, I’d be waving it and screaming like a lunatic. I mean, how often does one get the opportunity to do that in public?
Instead I just scoffed at him and wound my window up.
It wasn’t very satisfying. But as I said, I didn’t have a knife to rip his heart out properly.
Watermelons and Stalkers, Karen
Honestly, we should put the two women together. Lunacy like that should be quarantined.