7 Aug 07

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Intended to go to Yonkers for a celebratory/thank-you-related dinner out with Professors Alpha and Zulu. What we got instead was dinner at their house - which was still fabulous, of course - because they were waiting for the return of the cable guy, whose work Alpha had accidentally (and, he believed, irremediably) undone the night before. It turned out that he had just switched some AC adapters, but it did give me the opportunity to drill more holes - large, messy, dusty holes that resulted in a pile of drywall particles on Alpha's head (I did tell him to close his eyes first), and a near-removal of his eyeglasses when I reached out to make sure the bracket was straight followed by an apology, a quiet "that's all right" (as though graduate students are always whacking him in the face), and a pat on the head (for him, from me, thereby achieving one of the great goals of my life, of course.) Between all of this and the fact that I was greeted exuberantly, with a kiss on the cheek, I had a very nice evening.

Decided that it was pretty cool to have learned about your favorite summer drink from none other than your dissertation chair - how did I get that lucky?

Spotted, in a startlingly incongruous way, a guy standing on the tracks at Grand Central. He was clearly a railroad worker - probably a boss of some sort, to judge by the way he looked like an architect on a construction site - but to see a face appear outside the window not just of a train but of a train in those dark, snaky tunnels is pretty weird.