i have just received a serendipitous email.
at midnight i was still on page 140 of the 350-page scott novel guy mannering. i decided to check my email, and the professor of my 18th century seminar has emailed to cancel class because SHE has been unable to complete the reading for tomorrow. i am simultaneously a little annoyed that i’ve stressed so much to get it read by tomorrow (granted, unsuccessfully) and absolutely overjoyed to the point of wetting myself that the class is canceled and i won’t look like a moron during discussion.
sometimes, the gods are watching out for me. because lord knows the new catholic pope isn’t. in the words of my mother, “he just doesn’t look like very much fun.” and he has a very dickensian name. and in dickens, you know you’re in trouble when a character with a name that involves vermin is introduced. but i will not go into a commentary here on the pros and cons of the new papacy, since i really don’t know much about ratzy (including how to correctly spell his name). we’ll call him benedict. i have heard what others think, and for the most part it isn’t totally promising. the headline featured on AIM is certainly telling (while also humorously vague): “some catholics disappointed.”
that, my friend, is true during any stage of catholicism. or maybe more accurately: “some catholics in guilt-ridden fear that god or their mother or father what’s-his-name would be disappointed in them.”
life in other respects is generally kind of crazy. danny is in houston for about a week and a half, and i’ve been spending most of my time with him or with my nose buried in a book. or my laptop. but his time here has made it seem like he’s home to a degree that the reunion ceremony in fort hood just couldn’t reach. today we went and cruised the galleria. note to the ladies: very cute stuff on clearance at gap right now. danny also got a shirt to wear for our engagement portraits, which we’re getting retaken. after all, things can only get better when the first round were taken at walmart. and we haven’t actually posted our engagement in the paper yet, so we might as well take better pictures.
on the upside, i have found out that chances are good that i’ve had another paper accepted to a conference for next year — this time something i wrote as an undergrad thesis (and which therefore needs to be violently edited before i would even assume to read it out loud in front of people i respect). i submitted with some other grad students as a panel on victorian literature and medicine. collectively we represent gravediggers, quack doctors, rabies, and infanticide. a jolly crew are we. it was dicey for a while… we were having trouble locating a commentator for our panel. but one was actually found for us, and it turns out said found commentator is quite respected in our field. in the words of a fellow student, “now i’m really nervous.”
and on friday danny and i will be belatedly celebrating his birthday high above the houston skyline — or at least on level with it — at one of those spinning restaurants at the top of a skyscraper. the menu as posted online sounds fabulous, but i’m sure the prices reflect the novelty of a spinning restaurant and not the calibre of the chef. i’m psyched nonetheless. i like any occasion to wear a dress, since class requires, for the most part, nothing more than jeans and a tee-shirt.
well, it’s 1 a.m. i’m still quite awake, but danny has already crashed in anticipation of his golf game tomorrow, so i think i’ll join him.
in closing, a list of books i hated after the first read but loved with the fire of a thousand suns (or at least respected) upon second (sometimes third) reading:
1. tale of two cities by charles dickens (now included in my top five books)
2. wuthering heights by emily bronte (in the words of rin, it is SO NOT the greatest love story ever told, but when read without this expectation is truly wonderful)
3. heart of darkness (still don’t love it, but it makes the list solely because i have read it SO MANY TIMES for class)