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I Think I Can

To answer the question some of you may have been asking: yes, I am still alive. It’s the end of the semester here at Cornell, which basically means that the end is nearby but I’ve got too much to do to appreciate it. This does not explain why I’m sitting at my desk typing a blog entry, though. The fact that I can’t convince myself to pull out my TAM homework explains that one. So here’s a brief look at my past month:

  • Work, work, work, work, work.
  • I’ve had a couple of encounters with my advisor-to-be, and those, on the whole, have turned out well. My feeling on this is corroborated by the fact that I got an e-mail from my advisor at Case saying that he ran into my new advisor at a conference last week and he had good things to say about me already. So, not all of my classes may be going the way I’d like, but I am still making a good impression around here.
  • Earlier this month, I worked like mad to code, test, and write a report up on a computational fluid dynamics problem for one of my classes. Today I got the report back with an A+ on it. I didn’t know they still gave those in graduate school, but, boy, does it feel nice, coming, as it does, at a time where I’m seriously worrying about my performance in my other courses. It’s like getting a pat on the back and having someone tell me that, yes, you do still belong here.
  • B came to NY and spent nearly a week with me last week. In our time in Ithaca, I showed her around town some but especially around Cornell. She got to experience walking around in a snowstorm as well as a chimes concert in McGraw Tower. We visited a winery up the road, and I fed her her first ever brownies and her first pizza in thirteen years. All in all, I felt pretty good about my hosting while she was up here in NY. Then I shuffled her into my car and drove 11 hours south so that she could spend Thanksgiving Day with me and my family. Her final conclusion was that Thanksgiving dinner was a lot like Christmas dinner but with better desserts. Unfortunately, we had to sacrifice showing her Black Friday sales for sleep before I drove her to the airport. I really enjoyed having her here.
  • The unfortunate thing about living in a small town 630 miles from one’s family is that the 22 hours of driving necessary for the round trip cut into the amount of time one gets to spend with one’s family. I was really sorry to have to leave when I did on Saturday, and I’m quite looking forward to having a chance to see my parents and sister for longer once exams are over.
  • Aside from work and travel and visitors, the other big reason I’ve not been as visible online in the last month is that I now have a boyfriend with whom I spend a fair amount of my free time. The best way to sum up that state of affairs is with a goofy-looking grin.

Congratulations All Around!

Today is a day to congratulate my friends. B and Lindsey finished their final exams for med school today, and Mark received word from Google that they’d like to give him a phone interview. As if that were not enough cause for hearty celebration on both sides of the pond, it’s also B’s birthday. So: happy birthday to B and many, many happy congratulations to all three of you!

And now I, having successfully completed my presentation for senior project, am going to enjoy my copy of The Swell Season, which arrived today before going to work.

Message for the Irish

Lindsey and B, you are fantastic beyond words! Just as I was about to drag my sad and sorry self off to work on a group project, what should I discover on my phone but a couple of text messages from you as you left the Frames gig. I was thinking about you guys, too! Thanks for thinking of me :)

B’s Visit Part Three

Day Three

Everyone slept late Monday morning, and we spent most of the day in the apartment, hanging out, unpacking boxes, etc. This led to B trying to teach me Irish–or at least pronunciation of Irish–and a lot of jokes. Listening to my flatmates attempt to pronounce Irish names that B wrote down was pretty damn amusing, especially when it came to the name Daithí, the Irish version of David. B was explaining that ds are often pronounced like js in Irish. “Except Daithí because that would just be silly.” You’ll be, um, pleased to know that you have been immortalized into our private vocabulary, B. I heard Eric proclaim “that would just be silly” a couple minutes ago while I was typing this.

Life's funnier with friends around That afternoon we completed another important errand: taking B to the bookstore to get her Case hoodie. We got Lindsey a gift there, too, but I’m not allowed to say what it is because she hasn’t gotten it yet. I’ll just say that it was appropriate.

Jessica and Eric left midday for a camping trip, so it was only Mark, B, and I who made the trip to Coventry that night to eat at BD’s Mongolian Barbeque (which, B informed us, is completely unlike food in Mongolia. Not that we were surprised.) As an aside, I’d like to point out that the first picture in their site’s photo gallery is definitely a picture of the BD’s my family and I used to eat at when we lived in Michigan. This photo, on the other hand, looks a lot like the Cleveland restaurant.

B checking e-mail on my laptop Dinner was pretty good, even though they’ve changed the place a lot since we went there last. We freaked the waiter out a bit, I think, when he asked us what we were studying and we answered that we were studying medicine, computer science, and aerospace engineering. Light topics all around, as I like to say!

After dinner we popped in Big Fun for a little while. That place never ceases to be filled with the most bizarre, eclectic mix of stuff. We’re talking everything from Futurama paper dolls to Jesus Christ action figures. I picked up a couple of figurines from The Nightmare Before Christmas for my sister’s birthday, and B got several copies of one of the most bizarre guidebooks I’ve ever seen. If I remember correctly, the title was something along the lines of The Gay Man’s Guide to Heterosexuals. “Do you think they’ll think I’m odd if I buy three copies?”

Is the telegraph pole deaf? As we walked home from the Greenie stop, we had the greatest B moment ever. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with a perplexed look on her face and asked, “Is the telegraph pole deaf?” Sure enough, the sign hanging on the pole says “Deaf person”, not “Deaf person in area” or anything like that. I imagine it was one of those moments that’s funniest when you witness it, but I can’t help but laugh when I pass that pole now.

Most of our evening was spent sitting on the floor of the Greyhound station waiting for her 12:40 bus to NYC. We spent our time discussing places we’d been and places we wanted to go. Unsurprisingly, she’s got me beat on all places-we’ve-been accounts except one: I’ve climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, and that’s still on her list. Maybe I’ll be insane one of these days and go climb that mountain again. (One of the reasons I actually made it to the top was that I swore I’d never climb the rest of it over again, so I’d best get to the top the first time.) Eventually, the time came for B to get on her bus; I was sorry to see her go.

My flatmates apparently felt the same. Everyone has said at least once that they wish she’d stayed longer. Or, in the terminology of my flatmates, “We should have kidnapped her and forced her to stay.” So, basically, you’re welcome back any time, B. Thanks for coming!

As a final note, the pictures I took during B’s visit (including photos of my flatmates) have been posted.

B’s Visit Part Two

Day Two

Jessica celebrates the new apartment Sunday was concerned entirely with moving, which is why we tried to hit the major sights on Saturday. Among innumerable trips between the north and south sides of campus, B and I had a few moments where we could just hang out and talk. Waiting for the moving company the university hired to bring a lot of our stuff left B and I sitting out on the front steps for quite awhile. It was a gorgeous day, though, and neither too hot nor too cold, so we didn’t mind much. We listened to Burn the Maps (from The Frames) for awhile, chatted about mutual friends, and freaked my friends out when they overheard the wrong parts of those conversations. It was brilliant.

B wearing my cloak Toward the end of the day, as we worked to get the last of the things from Southside to Northside, I received a comprehensive lesson in modern Irish history, particularly with respect to the conflict between the Republic and the North. Even with only that little bit of insight, I probably qualify now as one of them most knowledgeable Americans in existence on the topic. Frightening, but probably not too far from the truth.

The only way to follow up such a long and tiring day of moving was to head to Tommy’s for dinner. No one can pass up a milkshake after a day like that one! Dinner conversations were about a bizarre as could be expected given that the participants were my three flatmates (Mark, Jessica, and Eric), Brian, B, and myself. Still, it was a fun evening.

B’s Visit Part One

Not having posted about B’s visit (and many other topics by this point) makes me a bad blogger, I know. But life has been hectic enough recently that I’ve had a hard time living it, let alone blogging it. All the same, before things get too far away from me, I’m going to write some about the visit of my co-blogger B, known here as Bangladesh.

B and Gnome As I mentioned previously, B and I have been friends for about two-and-a-half years, but this was our first “real life” meeting. Mark, who is one of my flatmates, and I met her at the Cleveland Airport late Friday (August 19th) evening. Because Cleveland is stupid and doesn’t bother giving people a clear idea of which security gate people are coming out of, we nearly missed her. But, during one of my purposeful strides across the length of baggage claim, I happened to see her Ireland t-shirt and thereby caught her. We picked up her stuff and headed back to my temporary housing on the south side of campus, where I discovered that sleeping on tile floors really can be comfortable.

Day One

I woke up bright and early on Saturday morning, and, sadly, my sneaking-around-the-room skills have worsened since freshman year. With no one trying to sleep in the same room as you, you tend to get a little louder. I think B forgave me, though. We started with a trip to the grocery store to get some cereal that B could eat, and I pointed out some of the sights of the Cedar-Fairmount stretch of
Cleveland Heights. The day was already heating up, and the humidity was substantial.

After breakfast, we grabbed Mark and headed off on a grand campus tour. Walking from one end of my university campus to the other takes between 25 and 30 minutes without stopping, and I’m guessing we spent about an hour-and-a-half walking her all over the place. We paid particular attention to spots where we frequently hang out, like the biorobotics lab in Glennan and Nord atrium. And, naturally, I demonstrated my obsession with the automatic moving bookshelves in the library. I never cease to be entertained by those.

The real thrill was probably that the “No trespassing” signs had been removed from the new “Village at 115″, where Mark and I were scheduled to move the next day. Throughout construction, the policy was that students found trespassing onto the construction site would be immediately expelled. And, since I lived on the opposite side of campus for the past two years, I really hadn’t seen the
place at all. The buildings are gorgeous, and, as one professor put it, “palatial” in comparison to what we’ve had. There will be more on those (including pictures, I hope) later.

Rain was just beginning to fall when we reached the University Circle Rapid station, and, by the time we made it to the platform, there was a pretty good rainstorm going. Excellent timing on our part. Lunch was enjoyed at the Panara Bread inside Tower City, and the rain let up long enough for us to walk to the waterfront to see the Great Lakes Science Center and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Rock and Roll Hall of Fame The real reason for going to see the science center this time was the Body Worlds 2 exhibit there. Logan posted a couple of weeks ago on his visit to Body Worlds in Chicago, and I definitely had that on my mind as we went through the exhibit. Firstly, I should note that Body Worlds 2 was packed that day because it was the weekend. There were lots of families with kids there, and, in some cases, I had to ask myself what these people were doing there. One poor toddler, in particular, was just squalling the whole time, and I can’t blame him. I really don’t think the kid was old enough to be anything but scared by the exhibit.

Body Worlds 2 Secondly, B is a 6th year Irish med student. So going through the exhibit with her was like having my own personal guide. It was pretty entertaining, actually, because she’d be discussing all the medical aspects of the bodies and body parts on display while I was analyzing the mechanics and design of it all. We made quite the pair, and I don’t doubt that we frightened a few people.

Although I found the exhibit fascinating and informative, one moment gave me pause. Toward the end, they had a specimen that was more or less a thickly sliced plastinate meant to show how everything fits together inside the body. On a couple of the slices, though, you could see the man’s face with skin and hair just the way you might see a relative as they lay in their coffin. That was disconcerting for me. The section with the fetuses was also uncomfortable. I understand that they died before birth of natural causes, but seeing them so tiny
and perfectly preserved…

At one point, a woman nearby remarked to the woman next to her that the human body was a miracle. I don’t think I left the exhibit with quite that impression. Yes, we are amazing beings. But, physically, there weren’t many differences between the human plastinates and those of other mammals. It’s hard to look at the muscles of a man and not think about how similar they look to the cut of beef I had the other day. Not that I’m advocating cannibalism or vegetarianism here, just observing.

I do think that I left with a new appreciation for the human body, though. It’s impossible for me to stretch now without envisioning what that looks like from the inside.

Once we’d finished our adventures in the Body Worlds 2 exhibit, B and I headed over to the Rock Hall where we spent a couple of years in the exhibits on the lower level. We got a lot sillier. For instance, listening to examples of early rock influences and influential rock songs of various decades were accompanied by much dancing in the aisles. We also spent a lot of time perusing interesting quotes from rock figures, several of which B wrote down in her notebook. (Care to post some of them, B?) My favorite parts, I think, were admiring some of Jimi Hendrix’s childhood drawings and checking out John Lennon’s hand-drawn comics from his schooldays. John’s report cards also had some choice criticisms from his teachers that left us laughing. It’s odd to imagine having my report cards displayed for random people to read someday. There are definitely some funny notes on them, though!

Once we made it back to campus, the three of us went to Aladdin’s for dinner and smoothies. As promised, we hit La Gelateria afterwards with Brian. I had cinnamon and pistachio (alas, no coconut!) and B tried chocolate and hazelnut, if I’m not mistaken. Brian was on a real roll that night and had us in stitches. The night was topped off with a late showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at B’s request. I enjoyed the movie even more the second time around, and I think it may well be beating out my devotion to the original (although the song “Pure Imagination” will always be a favorite).

24 Hours 10 Minutes And Counting

In a little more than twenty-four hours, I get to take a break from the hectic rat race that’s been my life recently (or is that always?) in order to welcome a special guest. About two-and-a-half years ago, through our mutual friend Lindsey, I met Bangladesh. (Yes, these two are my rather silent co-bloggers here.) At the time, we were both suffering similar health problems, and I have no doubt that helped us become fast friends despite the distance between Cleveland and Dublin. We’ve come a long way since then–among other things, B’s traveled the length of Asia and I’ve been branded a “revolutionary” due to my involvement in programs at my university–and throughout that time we’ve been in touch through our blogs, e-mails, IM chats, and even snail mail. During the school year, my bulletin board and door are covered in postcards from my friends overseas, and, if I counted, I’d estimate that a good 70% of those come from Lindsey and B. They’re the sort of friends I never expected to find via the Internet, but I’m thankful every day that I have.

Tomorrow evening B and I will meet in person for the first time. My only question is whether I should spend part of tomorrow making a silly sign to hold up at airport. Whether I do or not, you can all expect reports on our activities, complete with photos. Lots of photos. And it’s even possible that I’ll prompt her into making her first post here.

In short: I can’t wait.