I miss you.

Attempt not to creep girlfriend out too much

Thanks for the lovely feedback on the video.


To continue: I was mainly thinking that I am too cool to do all the touristy stuff in London, but then we got off the plane and I suddenly demanded to see Buckingham Palace, chiefly because of the fuzzy hats. Then I became somewhat obsessed with the fuzzy hats, perhaps alarming canoe counselor by describing plans to get the guard to come nearer so that we could pet the fuzzy hat, or to scale the wall in order to sneak up and pet the hat, wanting an entire suit of hat-fuzz, etc. Then I was like, man, I better shut up before I majorly creep out canoe counselor.

(See: it's us with the hat!)

In other news: I guess now I could write all about the sorrow and the pity of having to live in a far-off land basically for one's job, and to be parted from loved ones. Canoe counselor flew back to the U.S. this morning. This caused major bumming on my part. It sucks. I miss her. I miss all of you guys. I tried to cope with all this by drinking a grande latte. Also, by resolving to "Fulfill the 5 Year Plan in 4!" (More later.)

We went to London!

Enormous book story

I thought maybe I should actually write about researching given the stated topic of this blog. So, I have got to say: digital cameras are going to really change the whole history business. See this book? Like 1,000 pages long. It would have taken me days to read through it in the archive. But it only took about an hour to photograph the chapters I need.

Most archives I work at don't let you use digital cameras. But I bet they all will someday, and then one will spend half the time one does now overseas doing research and the rest of the time in a coffee shop sweetly kissing girlfriend's hand and reading PDF files.

(Note book charmingly is about the "erotics of the women's emancipation movement." Chapters include "lesbianism and the women's emancipation movement." "Sadism and the women's emancipation movement.")

Gendered borders, gendered citrus fruit

The U.S. won't let you bring citrus fruit across the border into the U.S. from Canada or anywhere else. Canoe counselor tries to break this rule as much as possible. This tangerine was purchased in Highland Park, went to Montreal,

came back across the U.S. border (illegal), then for good measure flew to Berlin (legality unclear) where today, it joined the happy compost bin because it was moldy.

Additional underwear

And, "A gendered concept of time was oppressing ON THE GO, after industrialization in an unspecified part of the world."

And anyone who's thesis I have not mentioned but of course not forgotten, please include underwear motto in comments section. Thanks.

Additional and unrelated: OMG.

I can't stop saying "OMG!"

A lovely cheese plate

Canoe councelor is here! She came on the airplane yesterday. Right away we bought cheese and arranged a lovely cheese plate. Also, she helped me figure out the weird hot water switcher box in the apartment we are subletting. Well, actually we could not figure it out, but she figured out that we do not need hot water in the shower, we can bathe by filling pots in the sink and pouring the water into the bathtub.

What a councelor.