Fun! fun! fun!
Jan. 9th, 2003 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldLast night we all went to Tara's house in Argyle Shore for a farewell dinner in Christine's honour. It was quite fun. Tara introduced us to a do-it-yourself Provençal salad:
It was quite tasty, in fact, probably because of its simplicity. Olive oil is good; much better than the actual olive. Of course, since I'm of phlegmatic northwestern European background raised in a non-warm temperate area of North America without any significant immigration from olive-producing countries, I've never had it before. My cholesterol should be better, or something.
Afterwards, more fun. Playing crokinole, which is good; playing Outburst, which was fun if occasionally frustratingly obscure; drinking Tara's parent's excellent wines; signing Christine's yearbook with our names and addresses for future contact; talking in French to Jen and occasionally other people; learning about Allan's desire to set up a French-language coffee house on Tuesday night; saying goodbye to Christine. It was a great evening, I believe.
Today's gone well, too. I had an 8 o'clock meeting with Dr. MacLaine on my Honours, and things are going well on that front--I've got revised rough drafts to give to him Monday. We also talked about grad school. Dr. MacLaine suggested that I should be willing to consider some western Canadian universities--the University of Alberta at Edmonton was mentioned for its excellent student stipends, but also the University of Victoria and the University of British Columbia--but I want to stay relatively close to home, no matter how much distance is collapsed. Too, he warned me that I might get bogged down in abstract theory courses with little connection to literature, particularly at Queens'--he mentioned two students who'd had a hard time there with theory. My problem with theory, though, probably won't be that I'll find it too difficult, but that I'll find it too seductive; my literary studies to date have been dominated by that. Fortunately I think I'm too ironic to be fully taken in, so I'll be able to maintain that distance.
(I also have to do more work on finding addresses and marks for the people writing my letters of reference, which I can easily do tonight. Ah, the benefits of obsessive archiving!
- You take a lettuce leaf and tear it up.
- You take a garlic clove and mash it with your fork.
- You mix the lettuce and garlic shreds together.
- You pour olive oil over it all.
- You eat the result.
It was quite tasty, in fact, probably because of its simplicity. Olive oil is good; much better than the actual olive. Of course, since I'm of phlegmatic northwestern European background raised in a non-warm temperate area of North America without any significant immigration from olive-producing countries, I've never had it before. My cholesterol should be better, or something.
Afterwards, more fun. Playing crokinole, which is good; playing Outburst, which was fun if occasionally frustratingly obscure; drinking Tara's parent's excellent wines; signing Christine's yearbook with our names and addresses for future contact; talking in French to Jen and occasionally other people; learning about Allan's desire to set up a French-language coffee house on Tuesday night; saying goodbye to Christine. It was a great evening, I believe.
Today's gone well, too. I had an 8 o'clock meeting with Dr. MacLaine on my Honours, and things are going well on that front--I've got revised rough drafts to give to him Monday. We also talked about grad school. Dr. MacLaine suggested that I should be willing to consider some western Canadian universities--the University of Alberta at Edmonton was mentioned for its excellent student stipends, but also the University of Victoria and the University of British Columbia--but I want to stay relatively close to home, no matter how much distance is collapsed. Too, he warned me that I might get bogged down in abstract theory courses with little connection to literature, particularly at Queens'--he mentioned two students who'd had a hard time there with theory. My problem with theory, though, probably won't be that I'll find it too difficult, but that I'll find it too seductive; my literary studies to date have been dominated by that. Fortunately I think I'm too ironic to be fully taken in, so I'll be able to maintain that distance.
(I also have to do more work on finding addresses and marks for the people writing my letters of reference, which I can easily do tonight. Ah, the benefits of obsessive archiving!
