So my final was (knock on wood) not too bad. I managed to answer all the questions (ah, what a difference having 3 hours instead of 1.25 makes) and I wasn't totally befuddled by any. Though a little befuddled, and on one I wrote down something that was on my reference sheet even though I'm not quite sure what it meant (well, I knew what it meant, I'm just not sure why it's true). But with that many questions, I must have done some of them right, right?
Anyway, semester over! And I poked my head into the placement coordinator's office and said, hey, I got this note that said you folks haven't gotten my letter of agreement for my placement yet -- the placement that you haven't set up for me yet, WTF? And it turned out nothing slipped through the cracks, they're still working on it. But it's a good thing I turned up, because they were trying to place me way south of the city where the T doesn't go, having apparently ENTIRELY forgotten that I don't have a car. So it looks like I may end up at Boston Latin after all, and you know? That's okay.
Also, I screwed up my dad's address on an order yesterday but managed to reach them and correct it today before it shipped, so YAY.
I think the mix landscape is irretrievably changed by iTunes.
It still takes some doing and thinking and CRAP that reminds me I have some doing and thinking wrt gift mixes. Argh.
I never knew mixes were so loaded!
I'm getting a little high here. Someone is using a whiteboard nearby and man, is that marker pungent. My eyes are watering.
I know it can only result in heartbreak. I want ANYWAY.
But, you know, can't have. 3000 miles. There's no reality there.
But he's sending me a mix, ita. HE'S SENDING ME A MIX.
Oh dear.
I think the mix landscape is irretrievably changed by iTunes.
Things must have been simpler when they had to write poetry.
Then there are guys who make you mixed tapes who have no interest at all!
Yeah, the mix tape is not an unambiguous signal. I'm making mix CDs for my family for Christmas, and maybe some friends, with no innuendo attached.
Is Hil around? I'm busting with mathiness that I want to share before it all drains out of my head. I'm really bummed that I can't take the second half of this class -- all this information is just going to go to waste.
But, you know, can't have. 3000 miles. There's no reality there.
Well, are you finding it ego-soothing and reminding of your essential lovability? That is to say, ability to be loved, not... lovable-ness, which is what puppies have.
I've received chaste mix tapes.
And there is the existing mix/created mix factor to consider.
It still takes some doing and thinking
But at minimum, you can set up bulk burning of the same playlist for multiple people, maybe switch out one song with really little effort.
When I was making krav mix CDs, they took about five minutes to assemble, and burned unattended.
It's not that you can't spend a million minutes fine tuning. It's that it's really easy not to.
Whoa. I ordered some mirrors for my father yesterday and went to try and find them on the site just to look at them again and couldn't. Which is when it occurred to me -- given that they're handmade, they're not there anymore because they've been sold. To me. I don't know, somehow that seems all significant -- these are the only ones like that!
