The other incredibly stupid thing I’ve done lately, aside from joining a committee, is that I got suckered into taking minutes at all the faculty meetings for the rest of my tenure here at the Information School. You know what’s really boring? Faculty meetings. I’m the only one there that pays attention the entire time, and I certainly wouldn’t if I didn’t have to.
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On Friday I accidentally went on a very long hike. I say “accidentally” because I only meant to go on a moderately long hike, but my Winter Hikes book kind of sucks, and the turn-around point, which was supposed to happen at about the two mile mark, wasn’t described very well. So I ended up hiking over 10 miles, which isn’t a huge amount, generally speaking, but considering the amount of ass-sitting-on I’ve been doing this winter, it’s not too bad. I’m not good at judging distances, so I didn’t realize how far I’d gone until I finally got back to the trailhead and noticed a pencil-written note from the ranger that said: “Do not use the log to cross the ravine at the 4 mile mark! It is unstable! Use the trail that goes down into the creek bed!!”
I had in fact crossed the log both coming and going, and lived to tell the tale. I’m kind of an adventure woman/badass type, if you want to know the truth.
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Monkey and I went to one of those semi-interactive plays this weekend, the kind where the show changes every night and they pass out cookies. The night we were there, one of the “guests” (it’s set up kind of like a demented Letterman show) was a guy who sang an Elvis Costello song, harmonizing with a recording of himself which he played on a boombox slung around his neck, guitar-style. At the very beginning of his act, he asked everyone who was in love to raise their hand. We were sitting up front so I couldn’t tell for sure, but my sense was that a lot of hands were waving around.
Earlier that day on the radio I heard the results of a study which found that the single strongest indicator that a marriage would work was for both participants to have very low expectations. The second strongest indicator was choosing someone who was a lot like you, not someone who was the best possible person you could get.
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