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This turned into a momentous day. I was thinking it was going to be an awful day (and certainly the test I gave was awful and their attempts pathetic). I nearly didn’t have time to open my email but when I did I found out I was selected as the Madog Fellow for 2012-13! That’s right, I should be able to go and study in Wales this summer! WHEEE! I find out more tomorrow as I’m presented to the board and hear the current fellow’s (a good friend of mine) presentation. I'll be studying the Standing Stones.
In fact, I know she and our other friend, BB, would like me to go with them to Wales in July. There are drawbacks to this. It’s when I teach. We would have to avoid London at all costs because the day of their conference there is the opening of the Summer Olympics and thank you, no to that mess. I could give up my class this summer but the truth is where they need to be and where I would need to be are nowhere near each other so really other than if we were to get plane seats close together I see no real point.
So, my UK friends, I would like some help. Anyone know of any tours of the standing stones in Wales? I found one on line (I will be contacting travel agents naturally). I can find a jillion going to Stonehenge, naturally. At this moment, I honestly know nothing. I’m not even sure 100% what this entails and how much money I get. I know I would like to go to London (I do understand flying into Wales from here is not really much of a possibility) and see people there either before or after doing the Wales tour. However, they’re already raising the prices due to the Olympics. I might end up going to Manchester (which is where that one tour leaves from). All I know about Manchester is that’s where my two friends are most likely flying into before heading to Wales and that the people there have an accent which is one of the few I have ever had to struggle with. The other possibility is flying into Ireland and taking the ferry across.
Now I really MUST get my MRI on my arm and find out where I stand surgery wise. Mom says who gives a damn. You’ve had pain for a decade, go to Wales and don’t worry. Then she and Dad are thinking hey if you go in June that’s our anniversary. We could go too. I wouldn’t mind that in theory. It’s about the only way Mom’s getting anywhere.
This made up for the awful test and for the awful smell. Right before the second test, it started smelling like a sewer in my office. It steadily, quickly got worse. One of my students came in and asked about it. I said ‘bet Dr. A is dissecting road kill again in vertebrate Zoo.’ I take a good smell. Hmmm smells like wet dog and putrescence. I was close. Two road kill coyotes. Too bad I had a test. I would have liked to help with that dissection.
I got a very unexpected blog post on my rss feed today. I’ve only know this author briefly when he interviewed me as part of a platform challenge but he was a very active blogger and tweeter. I found him interesting, not only because he could write a good blog post, he had a point of view that I don’t often get an inside peek at. He’s an African-American man who grew up during the 60’s. Anyhow, he rolled up shop, deactivating everything, FB, twitter, the blog and giving up being a writer. I have to say it took me by surprise and I’m a little saddened by that. I'm trying to think of what would make me quit trying and I just don't know.
In fact, I know she and our other friend, BB, would like me to go with them to Wales in July. There are drawbacks to this. It’s when I teach. We would have to avoid London at all costs because the day of their conference there is the opening of the Summer Olympics and thank you, no to that mess. I could give up my class this summer but the truth is where they need to be and where I would need to be are nowhere near each other so really other than if we were to get plane seats close together I see no real point.
So, my UK friends, I would like some help. Anyone know of any tours of the standing stones in Wales? I found one on line (I will be contacting travel agents naturally). I can find a jillion going to Stonehenge, naturally. At this moment, I honestly know nothing. I’m not even sure 100% what this entails and how much money I get. I know I would like to go to London (I do understand flying into Wales from here is not really much of a possibility) and see people there either before or after doing the Wales tour. However, they’re already raising the prices due to the Olympics. I might end up going to Manchester (which is where that one tour leaves from). All I know about Manchester is that’s where my two friends are most likely flying into before heading to Wales and that the people there have an accent which is one of the few I have ever had to struggle with. The other possibility is flying into Ireland and taking the ferry across.
Now I really MUST get my MRI on my arm and find out where I stand surgery wise. Mom says who gives a damn. You’ve had pain for a decade, go to Wales and don’t worry. Then she and Dad are thinking hey if you go in June that’s our anniversary. We could go too. I wouldn’t mind that in theory. It’s about the only way Mom’s getting anywhere.
This made up for the awful test and for the awful smell. Right before the second test, it started smelling like a sewer in my office. It steadily, quickly got worse. One of my students came in and asked about it. I said ‘bet Dr. A is dissecting road kill again in vertebrate Zoo.’ I take a good smell. Hmmm smells like wet dog and putrescence. I was close. Two road kill coyotes. Too bad I had a test. I would have liked to help with that dissection.
I got a very unexpected blog post on my rss feed today. I’ve only know this author briefly when he interviewed me as part of a platform challenge but he was a very active blogger and tweeter. I found him interesting, not only because he could write a good blog post, he had a point of view that I don’t often get an inside peek at. He’s an African-American man who grew up during the 60’s. Anyhow, he rolled up shop, deactivating everything, FB, twitter, the blog and giving up being a writer. I have to say it took me by surprise and I’m a little saddened by that. I'm trying to think of what would make me quit trying and I just don't know.
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