Blogging tastes yummy! Our grad lounge doesn't...
I think I've fallen in love with blogging. I wonder how long this will last? I don't even think that anybody is reading this, but I don't care! There's just something about having your words out there in an unidentified spaces that helps clear your head so that you can focus on your day.
So...what am I doing today, you say? I'm having a meeting with the director of my department at school. A fellow student and I, we'll call him Von Flirterschmidt, noticed that our dear old future alma mater is the most disorganized institution on the face of this planet. Really. It is. I'll post about that later when I'm looking to procrastinate my reading. So, last week we had an animated and quite satisfying discussion about said horrendous disorganization. We concluded that we'd be the perfect team to reorganize it - piece by piece.
The first piece: our grad lounge! Yes, we are going to whip that meeting space into tip top shape! Right now, we have one very old printer attached to what is probably an old 386. We light a candle most nights to finish up our papers. It's hard to see what with Wordperfect's white on blue interface and all. You'd think they'd upgrade to 5.1. At least we got rid of Wordstar. Kidding! It's not a 386, it's a Pentium II. That's from 1997-1999 folks. So much better. And the other computers are not even hooked up to the network because apparently our printer will not accomodate that. Yay dot matrix!
Our new lounge will be a state of the art quantitative stats lab and cool, hip politically aware, equitably producted lounge. At least, that's where the idea stands at the moment. The meeting is at one-thirty, so by two o'clock we should be fuming into our lattes and hatching a new plan to collapse the academic power base that is the professorial elite. At least Von Flirterschmidt is easy on the eyes. That should alleviate my ire. Somewhat.
I'll let you know how it goes.
So...what am I doing today, you say? I'm having a meeting with the director of my department at school. A fellow student and I, we'll call him Von Flirterschmidt, noticed that our dear old future alma mater is the most disorganized institution on the face of this planet. Really. It is. I'll post about that later when I'm looking to procrastinate my reading. So, last week we had an animated and quite satisfying discussion about said horrendous disorganization. We concluded that we'd be the perfect team to reorganize it - piece by piece.
The first piece: our grad lounge! Yes, we are going to whip that meeting space into tip top shape! Right now, we have one very old printer attached to what is probably an old 386. We light a candle most nights to finish up our papers. It's hard to see what with Wordperfect's white on blue interface and all. You'd think they'd upgrade to 5.1. At least we got rid of Wordstar. Kidding! It's not a 386, it's a Pentium II. That's from 1997-1999 folks. So much better. And the other computers are not even hooked up to the network because apparently our printer will not accomodate that. Yay dot matrix!
Our new lounge will be a state of the art quantitative stats lab and cool, hip politically aware, equitably producted lounge. At least, that's where the idea stands at the moment. The meeting is at one-thirty, so by two o'clock we should be fuming into our lattes and hatching a new plan to collapse the academic power base that is the professorial elite. At least Von Flirterschmidt is easy on the eyes. That should alleviate my ire. Somewhat.
I'll let you know how it goes.
posted by Laurelle St. Laurent at 10:38 a.m.
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