We Don’t Call Him Daddy, Boss Man, For Nothing
"Now we need to plan things so that you guys can get the hell out of here."

So sayeth my advisor this afternoon, after the next to last Ph.D. student in the group to propose had done so successfully (with the last ready to do so on Thursday). He’s the man. Aside from being laid back and giving us author credit on publications, he graduates his students. And I’ve learned the hard way that that’s the most important quality to have in a grad school advisor.
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Home alone and happy/Nothing brings me down
Time for some ramblings. Finally got around to picking up the new Emiliana Torrini CD, Fisherman’s Woman. Sparse, tender, lovely. I can’t not dig an album that opens with the above lyric.

Raided my cousin Cookie’s – yes folks, this is the South, I have a cousin Cookie, and she’s too cool for school – record collection that she was getting rid of, and was able to save from the dumpster a bit of vinyl including Buddy Holly, Sinatra, Henry Mancini, Burt Bacharach, and Herb Alpert. Cheesetastic.

Like I needed another reason to sit on the couch and watch sports, hooked myself up with Setanta Sports USA on the DirecTV. More European football, lots and lots of rugby, and Gaelic football and hurling people, Gaelic football and hurling!! Sweeeeeeet.

Redskins preseason is going as expected, which is to say, poorly. Coach Biblethumper has lost it folks, totally lost it. Best case they go 8-8 and miss the playoffs. Again. Bleh.

After eight months, I broke a guitar string last night. Finally had a reason to learn how to replace a guitar string, and switch ‘em up to Elixirs. Nanoweb, baby!
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I Heart Cynthia Tucker
"Atlanta is what keeps the entire state of Georgia from looking like Alabama."
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