#professorman

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Fell in love with @forsea’s Professor Freeman AU for HLVRAI, so this had to happen.

Many years of collective effort from students have led to... this. This is everything his students know about him. There’s also a twitter who focuses on it and they’ve only been shut down once, somehow. The @ is TheDailyFreeman.

The photo is an edit by me. And don’t worry, it’s a very old photo, he has the HLVRAI-typical fluffy hair back now.

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Just a fact

I have the best advisor in the whole world. Anthrobestfriend and I are living it up in Richmond, and I feel very happy.

We spend so much time talking about IDEAS. I love that.

Also a tiny bit tipsy. Anthropology plus beer equals warm fuzzy feeling.

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On wanting to sleep

For the last few days, I've wanted to sleep. All the time. I think I'm coming down with a cold or something, but it's very inconvenient. I don't want to want to sleep all the time. I have a lot to do! No time to sleep! And yet last night I was in bed with the lights off by 11:15. This has gotta stop.

Tomorrow is my presentation of my art history thesis. When I've read my condensed paper, clicked through the slideshow images, and defended it from my classmates and then my professors, one fourth of the comps process will be over. What a wonderful feeling that will be. And yet I have to get there.

Professorman is back, and it's stupid how glad I am that I'll be able to go into his office today and gush about how much I completely loved teaching his classes in his absence. Yesterday's Ethnography of East Africa class was almost as wonderful as Thursday's, and Swahili was even better. It was FUN. We laughed. We learned. We enjoyed ourselves. I love my "students." This is what I want to do.

I think I'm going to take some allergy medicine today and see how it affects my mood/productivity.

And I still have to do a book post about The Imperfectionists!

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It was just the most beautiful day

I had a wonderful day today. I woke up early (for me), maybe 8:30. Read from 8:30 to 9, then decided to get breakfast because I rarely get breakfast anymore. I got breakfast, sat and talked with a few friends. Then I went out into the grassy, bowl-shaped center of campus, affectionately known as "The Bowl" and sat on a bench and read Karl Marx for the hour I had left before my geology class. It was so incredible, cold, but warm from the sun, and Marx making so much sense to me, that I picked up a bag lunch after class and went back out and sat in the grass and read more of the Communist Manifesto.

It was a little damp, and water from the ground soaked through my jeans, but it was a glorious hour. I went to my geology lab, shared some laughs with the guy next to me (one of those awesome people I just found out was awesome last semester) and our teacher and our teaching aide, then went back out into the sun for a little while before my 4pm meeting with professorman and anthrobestfriend to talk about these papers we're writing for a conference in March and these lectures we're giving while professorman is out of town.

Next was dinner, where anthrobestfriend and I talked research ideas for the future--expatriate communities and youth social movements and the reasons why people travel and the ways in which people conceive of themselves. We were joined by people who make me laugh, and we laughed a lot.

I headed to the Writing Center early, checked e-mail, did some reading, then went to a good friend's recital, where her voice gave me goosebumps. She's one of those people who views the world with a cynical eye and yet can take my breath away just by talking, but seeing this different persona was incredibly moving. Then it was back to work to read Hodgson and make a list of key points, out of which, hopefully, in the next few hours, two lesson plans will be born.

After work, the air was cool and crisp and lovely again, and as I was walking through the Bowl, I decided to just sit there for a while in the dark. There are these lights that were put up last year, which seem sort of pointless because they point up at the trees, but one of them served me very well tonight. I sat at the foot of this small oak, the light shining over my shoulder to illuminate my book and cast my shadow across the grass. I sat there for almost an hour, reading and looking out and humming "The Dreaming Tree" to myself.

I've decided to make this a nightly routine until the mosquitos come back out. I felt like a new person out there. Unhindered. It was so beautiful I wanted to cry. I wanted to share it with someone, but it wasn't a painful ache, it was a comforting one. Because I know I will.

In addition, I wrote love on my arms today. Here's a link to a blog post I found inspiring: http://findingthebliss.wordpress.com/2011/02/14/to-write-love-on-her-arms/