Me too.

(thanks xkcd.com)

Hours and hours

Maybe I should have really expected it, but, wow, critical PhDs sure take a lot of thinking.

It seems quite obvious, but, really, the thought-load is enormous. Which is as opposed to the work-load. Previous degrees I've embroiled myself with have required hours of essay writing, text analysis, teasing of numbers and scripts and scores. But this one is different. I sit down with my tea and my computer and an idea/problem and think. For hours. Burrowing my way into my own tiny theoretical world further and further.

Sometimes I make charts, sometimes I make more tea,

but mostly, I just think until it hurts. At the end of the day I might write down a sentence; if I've done well it might have two clauses.

One day, soon, the dam will break and all the thoughts will come together, pouring out in perfect prose and proofs, one whole thesis' worth. But, until then, I wear my glasses to show I'm serious, and think.

Everybody should have a ukulele

I've been strumming on the roof a lot recently, and have concluded that everybody _should_ have a ukulele:

You see,
-They're super easy to play,
-make the least-annoying sound out of any super-easy-to-play instrument,
-are inexpensive,
-are small enough to carry onto a roof, and,
-are downright lovely.

Curtains

There were over 170,000 people at Glastonbury festival last weekend. Happy. It's hard to hurt at Glastonbury. More detailed stories to follow, but first, this clip from the Elbow concert. The lyrics are:

One day a year like this would see me right, throw those curtains wide.

Sing along, all.