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Nov. 19th, 2012 06:53 pmAfter this morning, I am officially, legally (though certainly not functionally) single! Your opportunity to use me as an avenue to commit adultery has ended.
It was kind of neat. It wasn't in a big courtroom, which I was a little disappointed about, but there was a woman presiding who I assume was a judge, and there was a second woman taking transcription on a steno machine. A steno machine! I'd
never seen one used before! It made me happy.
My ex and I chatted for half an hour or so as we waited for our slot. Things are well for her her and I'm happy for that. I'm also very happy to have moved on and I think she and I are both better for it. Certainly I am.
It also felt neat to a part of a social ritual like this in a court, with legal recognition being made of a change in life status. It felt somewhat momentous. I enjoyed it.
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I had a brief exchange with my mother a couple days ago of a sort that I feel is definitive of the weirdness and wordplay that characterizes my family. She had made some pasta carbonara for dinner. I told her how much I'd liked it and she said she thought it was a little bland. I said that I'd added hot sauce for taste, but what I really liked about it was the texture. Being more conscious of the fact that I sometimes appreciate texture more than taste, I've paid more attention to what I eat in that context, and I really liked the slippery, viscous sauce and the way the rice noodles squished and things. Then I commented that, at some point, I'd really like to do some kind of empirical taste test on myself, to "see how I taste."
She looked at me, paused, and raised an arm to her mouth and started licking it. I laughed a lot.
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And now I have to get back to work on school stuff. My history draft is done (though I just picked up three more books from the library that I think I might cite), but now I need to do stats homework, three pages of writing for my astronomy class, and four pages of writing for my cultural anthro class. That last one is the "create a culture" paper, where I need to create a fictional, internally consistent and believable culture for my professor's review based on concepts from her class. And then there'll be the rewrite of the history draft, meetings with the other astronomy folks as we put together our wiki page, and of course finals will be coming up. Life is going to remain pretty crazy through the end of the semester. But that's ok; I'll get through.
It was kind of neat. It wasn't in a big courtroom, which I was a little disappointed about, but there was a woman presiding who I assume was a judge, and there was a second woman taking transcription on a steno machine. A steno machine! I'd
never seen one used before! It made me happy.
My ex and I chatted for half an hour or so as we waited for our slot. Things are well for her her and I'm happy for that. I'm also very happy to have moved on and I think she and I are both better for it. Certainly I am.
It also felt neat to a part of a social ritual like this in a court, with legal recognition being made of a change in life status. It felt somewhat momentous. I enjoyed it.
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I had a brief exchange with my mother a couple days ago of a sort that I feel is definitive of the weirdness and wordplay that characterizes my family. She had made some pasta carbonara for dinner. I told her how much I'd liked it and she said she thought it was a little bland. I said that I'd added hot sauce for taste, but what I really liked about it was the texture. Being more conscious of the fact that I sometimes appreciate texture more than taste, I've paid more attention to what I eat in that context, and I really liked the slippery, viscous sauce and the way the rice noodles squished and things. Then I commented that, at some point, I'd really like to do some kind of empirical taste test on myself, to "see how I taste."
She looked at me, paused, and raised an arm to her mouth and started licking it. I laughed a lot.
---
And now I have to get back to work on school stuff. My history draft is done (though I just picked up three more books from the library that I think I might cite), but now I need to do stats homework, three pages of writing for my astronomy class, and four pages of writing for my cultural anthro class. That last one is the "create a culture" paper, where I need to create a fictional, internally consistent and believable culture for my professor's review based on concepts from her class. And then there'll be the rewrite of the history draft, meetings with the other astronomy folks as we put together our wiki page, and of course finals will be coming up. Life is going to remain pretty crazy through the end of the semester. But that's ok; I'll get through.
