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We have A Situation with Miss Zuzu here.
Since I moved into this apartment, over a year ago, I have not had one uninterrupted night’s sleep. And why? Because Our Girl here agitates to be fed at the first hint of light, no matter how late she gets her evening feeding.
This agitation takes the form of nipping, running over my head, meowing loudly, knocking things over, tearing up any paper left around (which is quite, quite loud when you’re trying to sleep), jumping on my nightstand and rattling the lamp, getting the dog antsy and generally being a pain in the ass.
I tried to ignore it at first. I’m sure the guy who lives downstairs didn’t appreciate it when she would knock the remote off the dresser and onto the hardwood floor just above his loft.
At 5:30 in the morning. Continue reading ‘What we have here is failure to communicate’
Library school is very big on the presentations and the group projects. I understand why; after all, during an interview for a position as a librarian (especially in the academic context), you will be expected to do a presentation for about an hour (including Q&A) to show that a) you can successfully research something and b) you can convey the results of your research, which is something you’ll be expected to do frequently on the job.
The value of group projects I’m less sure about. Sure, you can show that you work well with others, but I’m going to guess that most of the time, when you have a group project on the job, it will involve someone assigning work to various people, who will then have clear goals.
The group project I’m currently working on isn’t quite like that. We have 10 people — the entire class — working on the same project. We will all get the same grade. We’ve had to decide how to split things up ourselves, and nobody’s in charge (though, thankfully, someone has taken the reins by setting up the wiki and doing the kind of administrative stuff that will shape the project).
These things *can* work, if you have clear areas of responsibility so that one person isn’t stuck doing all the work and everyone else free-rides. Or if you don’t have any problem children who don’t work well with others.
We’ve already had a problem child emerge. Continue reading ‘Herding cats; or, why Zuzu hates group projects’
Yay! Got tickets to the restored, hi-res version of The Wizard of Oz that’s playing at the New York Film Festival (and elsewhere, but only during the NYFF in NYC).
I’m such a sucker for this movie. I’ve never seen it on a big screen, either. Whee!
I’m in the penultimate stage of the New Rules program. Stage 6 is the increasing-strength-relative-to-body-weight stage, in which one of the exercises is a negative chin-up. I’ve had to adjust that because I’m really too heavy for that to work. So I’ve gone to an assisted pullup with the weight set so I’m pulling about 120 pounds. Which is still pretty difficult, but I *can* do multiple, albeit somewhat ugly, sets of it.
Really getting a good amount of soreness along my sides and shoulders, though less each time I do it. I’m good and winded after each set, and the tiredness that sets in, especially when I get into bed after an evening workout, flexing and stretching as I settle in, is just delicious.
I’ve lost some weight since I began with the iron, enough to necessitate some new clothing purchases. I bought “real” clothes first — workwear and the like — since I have to be out in public and all. I put off buying new workout wear since I don’t really care what I wear to work out in, as long as my boobs are hoisted and all important bits covered. But my bras were beginning to get shot, and I was getting holes in my workout pants. So I got a bunch of new outfits, in the smaller size.
And — hello! Now that I’m wearing formfitting workout pants (I previously had too-big non-clingy sweatpant-like things) and shirts that come no lower than the top of my hips, I can see that I now actually have a curved ass. Curved on the top, no less. And fairly prominent hamstrings as well. I’ve actually managed to overcome my flat-assed genetic legacy by doing squats.
Yay!
Unfortunately, the bras didn’t work out as well. I got them from Figleaves, which does very helpfully tell you that a UK F is equivalent to a US G. But I didn’t look quite as carefully at the sizing on the particular bra I bought, which seems to have been made in France, where an F is the same as a US F. I could have returned them, but, eh, it’s only one cup size, and it would have taken weeks to get replacements.
There’s another reason it was a good idea to get new workout clothes: it’s easier to check my form in form-fitting clothing.
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