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Tales from the Steppes


2005-03-30

10:21 a.m.
Love has made me a fool, it set me on fire and watched as I floundered

Monday I met with my second to go over my progress on my thesis. He was extremely happy with where I am going and is now actively excited about getting the results of my study. I think I have satisfied all of his concerns methodologically and from a theoretical framework. Now it is just a matter of getting the work approved, doing it, and writing it up.

And then there is the problem with my first. Nearly two weeks ago, I gave my first a bunch of stuff to read and comment on. Basically, it was my framework, methodology, and site descriptions in bullet form. When I asked him Monday if he had any comments for me, he did not know what I was talking about. He apparently lost my work and did not even remember our last conversation. Now I know shit happens. But I am the only person he is a first for and he is screwing me up by not providing decent institutional support. My second is being cool about shouldering a bit more of the responsibility because I think he understands the situation. So I have sent David the information electronically but if he has not read it and come up with some actual professional comments when I see him tomorrow, I believe it will count as a justifiable homicide.

The elder mongols are home this week, as it is Spring Break. The YM went to school today and will hopefully go tomorrow as well, to give everyone a bit of a break. The project for this week is building a treehouse. For Christmas, I got treehouse books for the mongols to give to the SU, as I knew that is what they wanted in the backyard. So for the last few weeks, they have been designing and planning it. And now they are in the middle of building it.

I have tried to stay out of it as much as possible because I have enough to do already. Except for safety issues. I really did have to draw the line at teaching the mongols how to use the nail gun. Maybe I worry too much, but that seemed like an invitation for a trip to the Emergency Room. So they will put the decking down the old-fashioned way, with hammer and nails. And perhaps there will be a thumb or two with ice on it when I get home this evening. But at least no one will be nailed to the treehouse in a creative manner.

That probably sounds a little extreme. But weekend before last, an extended horde managed to spin the MM around enough in the tire swing that he spewed in a circle and was trapped by his own vomit. He sat there until he figured out how to extract himself from his mess. All I could think of was a demon trapped in a magic circle he had been summoned into.

So this morning I woke up at 3:30 rather abruptly. I was thirsty because I had not done a good job of rehydrating after my run and Max, the weasel, had made some noises that woke me up. While I was downstairs drinking a big glass of milk, I switched on the tv to surf a bit and got completely snared. You see, there was a movie on called "Genie in a String Bikini" that was an erotic (probably softporn is a better moniker) version of I Dream of Jeannie. I had no idea that such a thing even existed and even less of an idea that it would be on HBO. It was extrememly funny, in a silcone-injected sort of way while yet being horrifying in the "what twisted mind thought this up?" way.

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