Archive for February, 2009

Seriously, when you can update in 140 letter gobbets, a lot of the stuff I would blog about goes by-the-by, especially in a period where there’s not very much going on in my life that merits long-winded dramatic or entertaining, or even expositiory, statement.

I’m still alive. I still can’t get my supervisor to read my work and reassure me I haven’t just blown my thesis out of the water in five sentences, and I’m still stupidly excited about going to Rome in April.

I’m vaguely more motivated than I was, courtesy of spring-like weather arriving. It’s light in the morning when I get up now, OMG. I have big plans to go to Cambo woods this weekend and take photos of the snowdrops, and to actually get on with doing some of the travel-writing I’ve been planning since, oh, Krakow last January. I did have big plans to get a lensbaby for my camera so I could play with fun focus tricks, but since I’m in the process of renewing the photo on my driver’s licence, my passport and a bundle of injections for my trip to Tanzania. Just made an appointment with the nurse for a fortnight’s time to have my typhoid, rabies and meningitis jabs/boosters allatthesametime,ow. Possibly not the brightest idea ever, but I figure if you’re going to spend about £70 on having a bunch of needles stuck into you, you might as well get all the pain over at once. And then lie back on the sofa for the rest of the day feeling faint and watching stuff like High School Musical and Mean Girls.

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Back from a week’s skiing and banter in Lauterbrunnen. The snow was amazing – huge dumping on the first day/night, then skiing in the sunshine, though sometimes above the clouds. I made up for my huge wuss-out of four years ago by finally skiing the “James Bond” run from the top of the Schilthorn (the one in OHMSS). I didn’t do the whole Inferno-with-off-piste bit, because I am not a loon. Or at least, not that much of a loon.

Starting to get my world sorted back here. Last major fellowship app is ready to go in – wish me luck. Have got to rearrange my thesis structure a bit, but in a not-too-terrifying way. As my supervisor said, “You’ve finally come around to my way of thinking.” She is always right, clearly. But she did tell me that I didn’t do was I was told in the best possible way, so clearly I am still loved.

I have also landed myself 600 euros to go to Rome in April for a graduate training colloquium and conference on comparative study of empires, which is most ace. Of course, the conference people are in control of my budget, all of which is going on hotel and food I think, so 600 euros does not go nearly as far as it should, but it’ll probably be my swankiest trip to Rome yet, and hopefully bed bug free. Supervisor seems to have jumped to the conclusion that I won’t be going to any of the conference papers, but will be running around Rome seeing stuff. Can’t imagine where she’d get that idea – it’d be so rude. Have to at least go to one or two papers when they’re paying for you to be there. Then skip out to the Vatican museum and the Forum. Right? And Tivoli. Got to go to Tivoli again. Oh my word. Rome in April. Made. Of. Win.

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