This week I hosted my second of three Spring visiting parties, my friend Mara. Our moms have taught at the same school for over 30 years, so it’s safe to say that we’ve known each other since birth. Or since her birth, at which point I was a chubby eight-month-old.
Highlights of her visit included:
The Drink the District Beer and Wine Festival (note that we didn’t drink the entire district, just a healthy corner of it).
Elbowing our way through the throngs to see the cherry blossoms.
Lots of late-night chatting, one session of which included descriptions of all the poisonous creatures found in Austin, where Mara lives. Sorry, Mara, but I can’t ever, ever visit you now.
I took the Jeopardy online test on Tuesday. It’s my second time taking it; the first time was my sophomore year of college, in the campus fitness center’s gym, in between intramural volleyball matches.
My environment was much more conducive to clear thinking this time around; however, I don’t think Alex Trebek will be calling my name anytime soon.
I’ll be spending my weekend eating. Honestly: I’m going to two different brunches. I also plan on visiting my favorite park bench for some quality reading time, tightening up my Mint.com budget (I’ve been too fancy-free with my money as of late), and cleaning the abyss I used to call my bedroom.
Other items of interest:
The number of students pursuing English majors is declining. I’ve never regretted studying English in college; books, writing, and talking about books and writing are some of my favorite things. If we must look at the job market to determine a worthy course of study for ourselves, I would argue there are plenty of jobs out there for English majors: I’m currently working in government/public relations, for example. My classmates have gone on to become lawyers, lobbyists, copy writers, book editors, librarians, teachers, communications specialists, journalists. I’ve had countless prospective employers tell me at interviews that they like hiring English majors because we know how to write well. Follow your dreams, kids.
My surrogate hometown gets its umlauts back. You don’t mess with the Swedes.
A new exhibit at the Library of Congress. What do you mean it doesn’t open until June??
Your weekend poetry fix: A Portrait of a Dog as an Older Guy
Maybe I’m overtired, but this made me tear up. “I don’t know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her.”
I watched this last night at a friend’s house. It was compelling and well-cut and — unexpectedly — some of the more outlandish profanities had me chuckling.
Time Magazine’s 100 Most Influential People of 2014, for better or for worse.
Happy weekend! What are you up to?
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