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Nov. 27th, 2002 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nibotLet's see, where were we? Having left my keys in Haley's room, I slept on the couch last night, all wrapped up in Nick's wonderful green blanket. Woke up 10:58 for my 11 AM class. Made it 11:15 -- not bad, eh? It's all dry and blustery outside, like what in southern OC we'd call a "Santa Ana."
Just about everyone is going home, or at least somewhere, for the thanksgiving holiday. I'm going down to Tweedy with Chris and Haley, who are dropping me off there and spending the night. That should be fun -- I'm looking forward to it. Too bad they can't stay longer at Tweedy, as I like showing people around, entering them into that special subset of my friends who have experienced Tweedy. I also kind of like the way I'm meeting my family there, on the threshold of Southern California, not actually entering the LA Basin.
The annoying thing about Thanksgiving is how late it occurs in the semester, about at the point of maximum workload, actually, when everything has to be finished up. Two years ago I remember working deep in Cory Hall for something like 30 hours and then a 10 hour stint in the basement of Soda hall, before I climbed to the Surface where I fell fast asleep in my friend's car as he drove me down South, dropping me off at Castaic, where my family, driving the other direction, would pick me up. This year I have that silly math paper that's now just about terminally due, but also the daily cal columns, if I decide to do them, and, well, I have to actually learn numerical and complex analysis pretty quick...
I think I'd kind of like to stay here for Thanksgiving. The December holidays are a good time to spend with family, and it might be nice (and less disruptive) to have a special occassion to spend with one's family-of-circumstance, wherever one might find oneself. I suppose that Special Dinner might be something like that.
A year ago, in Sweden, we had a thanksgiving dinner of sorts, a big semiformal engagement put on by Keith et al at the UC Study Center and held at the ballroom of Grand Hotel. We were joined by the Danes, as we called the American students studying in Copenhagen, and the kitchen staff did their best to prepare those all-American dishes familiar to November: the requisite turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pie. Bearing the desert, the staff there at the hotel came in ablaze with fireworks, to the total astonishment of the Americans, who were unaware of this Swedish tradition.
In the end it seemed somehow an ersatz Thanksgiving. We were brought together with the Danes from across the sound, but it was the first time we'd
blah blah blah...
Just about everyone is going home, or at least somewhere, for the thanksgiving holiday. I'm going down to Tweedy with Chris and Haley, who are dropping me off there and spending the night. That should be fun -- I'm looking forward to it. Too bad they can't stay longer at Tweedy, as I like showing people around, entering them into that special subset of my friends who have experienced Tweedy. I also kind of like the way I'm meeting my family there, on the threshold of Southern California, not actually entering the LA Basin.
The annoying thing about Thanksgiving is how late it occurs in the semester, about at the point of maximum workload, actually, when everything has to be finished up. Two years ago I remember working deep in Cory Hall for something like 30 hours and then a 10 hour stint in the basement of Soda hall, before I climbed to the Surface where I fell fast asleep in my friend's car as he drove me down South, dropping me off at Castaic, where my family, driving the other direction, would pick me up. This year I have that silly math paper that's now just about terminally due, but also the daily cal columns, if I decide to do them, and, well, I have to actually learn numerical and complex analysis pretty quick...
I think I'd kind of like to stay here for Thanksgiving. The December holidays are a good time to spend with family, and it might be nice (and less disruptive) to have a special occassion to spend with one's family-of-circumstance, wherever one might find oneself. I suppose that Special Dinner might be something like that.
A year ago, in Sweden, we had a thanksgiving dinner of sorts, a big semiformal engagement put on by Keith et al at the UC Study Center and held at the ballroom of Grand Hotel. We were joined by the Danes, as we called the American students studying in Copenhagen, and the kitchen staff did their best to prepare those all-American dishes familiar to November: the requisite turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pie. Bearing the desert, the staff there at the hotel came in ablaze with fireworks, to the total astonishment of the Americans, who were unaware of this Swedish tradition.
In the end it seemed somehow an ersatz Thanksgiving. We were brought together with the Danes from across the sound, but it was the first time we'd
blah blah blah...
