I guess I’ll sleep when I’m dead

I had totally intended to write a post in September, detailing how much better this year is going than last. And while this year is certainly going much better in a lot of ways, as late September crept up I ran out of my prepared materials and suddenly had to work on making more as a stack of grading piled up. Oops. I have an overly ambitious plan for dealing with the grading, and there are other things, like creating a second research proposal and learning quantum, that I’ve decided just have to wait. No sense in worrying any longer; I’m already sleeping badly.

I’ve submitted two job applications so far, one three days before its Sept deadline! The other the day before it was due this week. I’ve got another that I want to submit, but it’s due on Friday so who knows. More ads have come out, so I definitely feel better.

Also of interest, the Orioles. They’re like, in the playoffs and stuff. After they won the division, I broke down and bought a shirt from mlb.com, and paid an outrageous $12 for two day shipping for a shirt that was going to take a week to get in stock. At least I had it in time for the start of the ALDS. I wore in again the Monday after they swept, and will wear it again on Friday, when the ALCS starts. Gosh, I hope I make it to Friday.

The Bay Area

Summer is nearly over, but it was a good one. I had about two weeks at home before leaving for the ACS meeting in San Francisco. What a great trip. I got to see a lot of hardcore metal chemistry and some chem ed talks, as well. After several years of hearing about them, I am finally going to use PhET simulations and have even already linked some to my Moodle site. I also have a lot of ideas for potential papers to read in my advanced class. I think this year I might do what we did in my Advanced Analytical class in grad school, where each student was assigned a paper to review and critique. That would cut down on students picking examples from the text book and not developing them to the extent I would have liked to see.

My tourist day in San Francisco was planned out as it was happening, which is unusual for me and had the potential to be as unsatisfying as my trip to New York prior to moving out West. That trip wasn’t unsatisfying, but days that weren’t carefully planned gave me a chance to fill the time with worries, which wasn’t healthy at all. Anyway, I started tourist day with a visit to the Ferry Building, where I had breakfast, bought some notecards, and proceeded to the farmers’ market out back. Look at all the berries and stone fruit! I bought white peaches and pluots so as to have some fruit to offset (maybe) the less healthy food I’d have that week. I took my wares to my hotel and hastily planned the rest of the day. That day started off by walking up to the flagship Banana Republic (it had to happen), and while I didn’t buy anything, it was pretty cool to see.

From there I did what any tourist would do on a Saturday. I walked up to Chinatown. And it’s a good thing, too, because I was freezing and knew I could buy scarves cheaply up there. In fact, that was the first thing I bought, coming away with a rich dark grey and a rich bright orange, both in paisley print. I toddled in and out of jewelry and souvenir shops, eventually buying a long strand of chunky, irregular pearls. I bought my first tea in a shop from which I also bought a cup of tea. This was a mistake on my part because the water was way too hot for the lychee oolong I got. The women there were very nice, though. One had asked me if I was a regular tea drinker, and responded that she could tell I was because I have very nice, smooth skin. I know she was trying to make a sale, but I was flattered, nonetheless. I bought a chrysanthemum tea.

Then I had lunch at a dim sum place. I am not sure it was a proper dim sum experience, and looking at reviews for it, Four Seas Restaurant, tells me that it’s not just me. I was there past the normal lunch hour, but there were still a decent number of people in the restaurant so I was surprised at how infrequently the dim sum circulated. I had turnip cakes, vegetable rolls, and sesame puffs. After the first woman with dim sum came around and brusquely asked me if I wanted any of it, I realized that if I didn’t grab from the next one, I might well starve. I was surprised that they didn’t name what they were carrying once they saw my puzzled look. I also came to realize that dim sum is probably best enjoyed with a group, so as to be able to try many things without having to eat all the food. Ha, I just wrote a review on TripAdvisor for it. My TripAdvisor tote bag will be in the mail in no time!

My day picked up quite well after that. I crossed the street to Eastern Bakery and had to restrain myself to buying only a little. I settled on two pieces of chocolate-covered mooncake to save for later. Then I went in search of more tea at Red Blossom, which was just a great tea-buying experience. I got to learn about and try a number of teas, some of which were too expensive for my budget. Most of the teas there fit that category, but I came away with a nice oolong and a white tea processed as a green tea.

From here, being late afternoon and having spent a decent amount already, I decided to wander aimlessly. This took me up some very steep hills once I spotted Coit Tower and decided to walk up to it. Some very steep hills. And after the hills, there were stairs. I didn’t come all that way for nothing, so I climbed them. At the top, one could get a hazy view of San Francisco’s most famous bridge. One could also go into Coit Tower, but I didn’t, so I’m not sure what’s in there. Walking down was an interesting experience, not least because I came out a different point than that by which I had ascended. On the way down I stopped at Vesuvio Cafe and had absinthe for the first time. I think I could get into drinking absinthe. Was a little surprised to see no food was served, but I guess if you’re Beatnik you live on cocaine. I also visited City Lights, which was very cool up until the point where I felt I was being overly scrutinized by the woman who rang up my purchase of The Master and Margarita. It was cool, but cut me a break lady if I’m not hipster enough for you.

That was the bulk of my day. I see I’ve written a lot, so I’ll save the stuff that’s happened since for another day.

Sweating it out

Tomorrow I fly back to the West Coast after three weeks east. I can’t say it was a very productive time in terms of working uninterruptedly, but it was a very nice time seeing friends and baseball and eating good food. Tomorrow I fly back with chili powder, cumin seed, ground cloves, ground cardamom, and cinnamon sticks. Possibly I’ll fly back with a garlic bulb and maybe even an onion.

I saw my grandmother and hopefully have been subjected to the last of humiliations while spending time with her. We went to eat at Ruby Tuesday (gosh) because the little Italian place was booked (it isn’t even that good). She suggested I get a sangria because they’re good, though she did warn me it would be watered down. It was fine, but very watered down. It was basically juice, which is hilarious because the woman won’t pay to drink juice with her meal if we go out for breakfast.

Panic is starting to rise for the pending job cycle. I haven’t seen a lot for inorganic chemists, but I’ve done almost no work on developing another research plan and now is the time I have to work on that. I am looking forward to having more time this year for independent research and, yes, pleasure reading. I also hope to devote a little time to learning French, since I hope to be rewarding myself with a trip to Paris next summer.

Wasting time

I’ve spent most of the last two weeks putting off important, if perhaps difficult or tedious, things I need to accomplish.  Mostly, I just want to go home.  What I have gotten done has been worth the while, though.  I made a modified aloo gobi and gained some valuable insight in cooking with cauliflower and potatoes (together) in the process.  I read The Three Musketeers in the course of about a week.  And I am slowly working my way through teaching myself quantum chemistry.  Slowly is maybe not the best choice of words.  In the couple of weeks I have been working on it, I’ve made a lot of progress.  I find, though, that I can’t plan to do too much in a single day.  It takes a long time for the ideas to click, or for me to trace the origins of a certain equation.  I mean, I took calculus in 2005 and haven’t looked at it since.

The Three Musketeers was a highly engaging novel, and with loads of intrigue waiting for me, I basically cancelled the rest of my life (thank goodness I had already made the aloo gobi!) to read it.  In looking back (after a week), I’m starting to ask what the focus of the novel was, or whether it could be said to have two fairly well defined foci.  It’s hard to write an 800 page adventure novel with a single focus (though an 800 page tragedy seems considerably easier).  As an American reader of largely English work, I also found the ending of the book to be unsatisfying, in as much as d’Artagnan’s resolution of his first quarrel was “okay, friends now”, which seemed a little unbelievable to me.  I also felt that the relationship of d’Artagnan and the cardinal was left disconcertingly ambiguous, though this may have been intentional.  I was also a little annoyed that he didn’t cry more over his lost love, but that’s the American in me.  We love tidy endings with happily-ever-afters, which so much of good literature does not provide.

Reading The Three Musketeers rekindled two desires for me.  First, I really want to visit France, particularly Paris.  Second, I miss reading good novels.  I have compiled a small collection of nonfiction for bedtime reading, and in doing so I have cut myself off from what made reading fun and engaging in the first place.  Fortunately, I’ll be going to the library tomorrow to pick up some books for traveling.

The AL East standings almost match run differentials, for once

I assume I’m not the only one to notice that, so far, the Orioles pitching staff has allowed the fewest runs in the AL East, while the offense has also scored more runs than the least scoring team (the Red Sox, surprisingly).  Why is no one talking about this?  I guess if I had greater motivation, I’d try to dig through advanced stats to see whether anything clever can be said about this, but in reality, it’s probably just noise so I’m discouraged from expending the effort.

The Orioles, like all teams in the East not named the Blue Jays, are struggling right now.  Compared to the AL Central and West, it looks like they’re struggling to score runs.  These divisions have two teams on top with more than 200 runs scored, while only Toronto can claim that.  The top two teams (Tigers and A’s) have given up 165 and 147 runs, respectively.  The conclusion we can draw from this is that teams that score a lot of runs and don’t give up many runs win a lot of ballgames.  Darn it.

What a year for reflection

Hello, blog.  I didn’t forget about you.  And not only did I not forget about you, I’ve actually thought a lot about you recently.  I’m a little embarrassed over a month and a half has gone by since I last wrote, but oh well.  I’m not going to try hacking you to put a false time stamp on anything.  And anyway, no one besides me knows or cares.

Graduation took place yesterday in a torrential downpour.  I dashed after we were told to leave the field.  My shoes are still wet from yesterday, but I think my hood is almost dry.  It doesn’t look too bad.

It’s amazing to think on all I’ve learned and all the people I’ve met.  It’s a helpful reminder not to judge people too quickly or forget that I know (and should know) very little but what they share.  I’m proud that I’m in such an inclusive school and department.  I ended up driving some students to the department picnic a couple weeks ago, and one thing they said was that for previous social events, students were told to show up at a designated spot where a line of cars would be waiting to offer rides.  That’s great.  At that same picnic the senior students gave gifts to faculty.  They gave me chamomile-lavender tea and a baseball my inorganic students had signed.  What a great and thoughtful gift!

Speaking of baseball, I am somewhat amused to see that the AL East has negative run differentials (excepting Toronto), but that the Orioles held the top spot for a little before splitting the series with the Royals.  I also learned in an article about Chris Getz’s retirement that Brett Lawrie is playing some 2B for the Blue Jays.  I remember reading that he was annoyed about being asked to do that, so I assumed that he wasn’t actually (or no more than a few games).  I would have thought Brett Lawrie would approach it from the whatever-it-takes standpoint, but he has been expressing anxiety over the unfamiliar position than actual distaste.  I dunno.  I’m not a Blue Jays fan.

Opening Day is here!

I’ve never done predictions or stuff in the past, but as I have a blog now I suppose it’s required of me.  Let’s try this!

AL East

  • Rays
  • Red Sox
  • Orioles (84-87 wins)
  • Yankees
  • Blue Jays

AL Central

  • Tigers
  • Indians
  • Royals
  • Twins
  • White Sox

AL West

  • A’s
  • Rangers
  • Angels
  • Mariners
  • Astros

NL East

  • Nationals
  • Braves
  • Mets
  • Phillies
  • Marlins

NL Central

  • Cardinals
  • Pirates
  • Reds
  • Brewers
  • Cubs

NL West

  • Dodgers
  • Giants
  • Diamondbacks
  • Rockies
  • Padres

Wild Cards

  • Red Sox over Rangers
  • Giants over Braves

ALDS

  • Tigers over Rays
  • Red Sox over A’s

NLDS

  • Dodgers over Nationals
  • Cardinals over Giants

ALCS

  • Tigers over Red Sox

NLCS

  • Dodgers over Cardinals

World Series

  • Dodgers over Tigers

In conclusion, expect the goddamn Mariners to win the World Series.