the heating issue in our apartment before. Sometimes it comes on like the tide, once every twelve hours for a half hour or so, so that it's a decent temperature in here for like three hours and then cold again. Sometimes it doesn't come on for days at a time (ok, two, but still). Sometimes it stays on for twenty-four hours at a stretch, making it unbearably hot in here. I had the window open the night before last, and I have it open an inch or two at the moment again, which makes it kind of nice - hot and cold at the same time. It's stuffy, but I've been craving warmer weather so much lately (I know I am not alone in this), and for whatever reason I've found myself inspired to brew iced tea. I can't wait for summer. Not least of all because I'm going to Russia. And I'll be done with my thesis and have a master's under my belt. And I'll be able to wear sandals and my skin will be all sun-kissed. Mmm...
Anyhoo. Back to work. I was good last night, I stayed up until 6am typing up quotes and noting them if not analyzing them and linking them to other passages. It was getting to be a little too much at the end there, but I had made myself a deal involving a glass of Côtes du Rhône and I intended to keep it. I think I'm almost ready to start piecing together my argument for We Have Always Lived in the Castle, but I'm not sure if I shouldn't go ahead and notate Cat's Cradle. "A work like this is never done." Yeah, Uncle Julian, I know that feeling.
Fortunately, a work like this is going to be done. Thank goodness for deadlines. My friends never had an editing party, which is fine because I haven't done any more writing yet, but I am still going to get a draft to my friend in time to revise it again for my adviser, I think. Also, I forgot to mention this before, but my adviser did not advise me to read Freud, thank all that is good in this world. However, I did print out Beyond the Pleasure Principle and will read it after I turn this monster in again, most likely, or over the summer. As one of my friends put it, I hate that Freud is so important, that so many scholars reference him, but it's a vicious cycle: he's important because he's so important which makes him important. Therefore, I don't have to mention him, but I do have to know what he said.
I asked my whatever he is if he wanted to go see Los Amigos Invisibles with me next week (they're playing at Bowery Ballroom April 5 at 9pm), and his response was, "How do you know Los Amigos Invisibles?" I said, "I listen to internet radio, I know a lot of things." And it's true. That's another good thing about having to be doing ten things at once and spending all of my time in front of my computer: I've been listening to a wide range of music in a wide range of languages, mostly Spanish and French though, and I've been looking up lyrics and bands and all kinds of crazy things. I was hearing a lot of music I wouldn't have heard when I was working at the restaurant, but it was more often than not songs that are popular on the radio and in clubs, and that's not exactly my style. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike something purely on the basis that a lot of people listen to it or that it's getting a lot of airplay. That would be just as ridiculous as liking something because it was popular, just as indiscriminate. I like to put a little bit more thought into it. Or a little less. Whichever works. Anyway, my point is that my Spanish and French are improving a little more rapidly than if I wasn't listening to this music, which is good because I don't have a lot of time to devote to language study right now. Other than English, of course. I think I'm almost getting the hang of it.
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