yesterday was an emotional whirlwind, featuring dizzying highs and crushing lows, all while my poor tender heinie was firmly planted in the most uncomfortable chairs to ever grace the hallowed halls of academia (incidentally, they're in the OISE auditorium). the prof for research methods is STILL an annoying stuff-shirt who's very "dot the i's and cross the t's", to the extent where the first thing he looks at when he marks your paper is the works cited list, to make sure that every APA format-regulated space, punctuation, and capitalization has been duly enforced and recorded. he basically makes a judgement of your paper's merits and your academic rigor before even reading the content.
so he gave this spiel, and i was hating him, hating him, hating him. and then, he dropped this little bomb: "one thing you should know about me, i stutter. some days you'll barely notice anything. there are certain tools and tricks and exercises i can do to keep things under control. other days, it will be quite noticeable, and i ask you that you be patient with me". !!!!! so now i can't hate him. you just can't hate someone with a stutter. in the same way i could never hate a really fat kid. but then! miraculously, i came through the other side and started liking him on his own terms, for his own merits. i think my ocd-tendencies recognized his ocd-tendencies and we're copacetic on that front. i actually like being pushed to be rigorous, and i feel like there's more of a challenge, and if there's anything that brings out the competitive spirit i have with myself, it's a challenge. i also respect him, whereas i did NOT respect some of my other profs last semester.
but i LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE! my prof for information and its social contexts. that class is going to rock!!! the reading list already is swoon-worthy. i had already pre-decided that as there was no exam in this class, i wasn't going to do the reading, but because i adore the prof already...i WANT to do the readings. huzzah!!! he's also the prof for the elective i'm ultra-excited about: surveillance and identity, which employs a foucauldean analysis amongst other paradigms. brup brup brup!!! things are looking up second term! but it's also looking like murderation on the work front.
we finished tristan and isolde. there wasn't enough steamy sex. it was a little too much emphasis on the "13" in pg-13. especially since my montreal friend had talked up the sex scenes big time...but that's because she's a hopeless romantic. our new dinner-time television is james burke's connections 2. i happened upon the whole series on vhs, moldering away at the library where i wait out my alternate sunday penance.
connections 2 takes a historic event and then traces its lineage to show the myriad inventions, progresses, and social movements that it sets in motion. episode 1 was about watts and carbon black. granted, it's all a little too tidy and relies heavily on a modernist, grand narrative of historical "progress", but the direction is really clever and cute and i really like his personality. i first watched the series in grade 11 "modern western civilization". we've also started watching the american version of "the office". omg!!! so funny!!!! all three of us are killing ourselves laughing. dwight's character?!? and the crush that that dude has on pam?!? so cute!!!!
tonight for dinner we're having eggplant caponata pasta served with crumbled baked ricotta. i rub the ricotta with olive oil, season it with salt and pepper, and coat the outside in some chopped herbs (thyme, rosemary, parsley), then bake it in the oven until it's golden brown and firms up. set that aside. peel the eggplant, cut it into 1" cubes, sautee it in a good amount of olive oil (eggplant absorbs oil, but then releases it later...kind of like mushrooms). then i add onions, garlic, and sweat that out. then i add in a pint of grape tomatoes, and cook them until the tomatoes start to burst, add some chopped black olives, capers, parsley, salt and pepper, and toss it with the cooked, drained pasta (penne). then i crumble the baked ricotta on top.