Sometimes I think my fake Indian name should be "Answers Rhetorical Questions". In fact, I will now make that my LiveJournal name, because it amuses me. In other news, hail is loud and I hope it didn't break my garden, and my cat is freaky cute. Today's errand were very successful except the beauty supply store is only open on weekdays and I completely forgot about canned cat food, but we're not out until tomorrow so it's okay.
The garlic I planted is sprouting! Yay! Also, my dad is 64 years old today! Yay! And I got a phone call from my friend Sarah, who is hopefully no longer locked out of her car at the time of this writing. And I went to Wild Oats and bought a case of 80¢ Luna Bars, which will hopefully last for longer than a week, but um, yeah. And now I have a pot of Earl Grey Blue, and the special features of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension to watch. My cat is still really cute, and in general, life is good.
This afternoon I came home from tutoring to read Peter two chapters of Howl's Moving Castle. Eventually we got out and visited the GTFF union office, where we filled out some paperwork that makes me eligible for health insurance as his domestic partner. Rock! Then Peter went off to his office on campus, and I stopped by an ATM for some cash and hit Mother Kali's Books for their CD sale. There I got Independence Meal by Alix Olson, The Righteous Ones by Toshi Reagon, and End of the Summer by Dar Williams, which makes my CD collection much more complete (really, it's amazing I didn't already have those, especially the Dar). Yay! Outside Mother Kali's, a friendly butch lady perusing the super-sale rack told me they were giving out free ice cream cones at Dairy Queen, so that was my next stop (it's a promotional dealy celebrating the 100th anniversary of ice cream). Then I stopped by the Glenwood to pick up my tips, and so now I have small bills with which to do laundry. Then I wandered around and thought about getting a haircut, but decided it was a little risky to do so while wearing my Weird Al "Bad Hair Day" t-shirt (tempting fate and whatnot). So I stopped by Mother Kali's again and signed up to volunteer during textbook rush next week, because if they're really going out of business that could be my last chance to hang out and help out there. Then I rode my bike home, enjoying the beautiful weather all the way. All told, a most satisfying afternoon. Tutoring this morning went okay, too. I still need a haircut and we still need groceries, but I'll be getting on that aforementioned laundry in just a bit, and overall life is good.
Update, 18:45: Okay, so I know this isn't one big paragraph anymore, but I wanted to note that I've been updating the above paragraph like every 15 minutes or something ridiculous like that, and I have no idea why.
So help me, I cannot remember figuring out the concept of mathematical inverses (multiplicative and additive), let alone when they were first introduced to me. I guess at the time I didn't even think it was cool, probably because it was only explained to me in terms of how to solve simple algebra problems, and not in terms of "ok, so this is one of those basic recurring concepts that'll keep turning up to interconnect all the math you know". Which is a shame. I'm trying to explain to my pre-algebra student about addition and subtraction are kind of the same, only opposite, and multiplication and division are the same, only opposite, and I don't know if I'm getting through at all. I'm trying to put it in terms of turning math problems inside out so they look prettier and easier to solve, but I don't know if that's the right thing to do. Part of the problem, I think, is that he's still struggling with complicated multiplication and division. Part of me wants to stop and work on those, but mostly I want to give him a calculator for the arithmetic and work on the concepts, since they're ever so much cooler. What I remember most about pre-algebra is Mr. Gelfand, who taught it: I swear, the man had a different suit for every day of the month, but he seemed particularly fond of a burgundy-red number that he wore with a yellow shirt. Also he apparently had a really bad toupee, but I never noticed. I'm kind of unobservant about that kind of thing; hairpieces have to be really, blatantly fake (like a different color from the rest of the person's hair), or else on someone I know to be bald, for me to pick up on them. But I digress. I digress so much, in fact, that I just took time out to write one of the few people I knew in middle school who might remember Mr. Gelfand and/or even be able to tell me when we learned inverses. I'm dork-tacular.
In other news, I still need a haircut, and Mother Kali's Books is probably going out of business, which means it's time for me to buy a copy of all the Alix Olson CDs they have in stock, because ack! Nowhere else has them in stock! I might complete my Dar Williams collection and finally get me some Toshi Reagon, while I'm at it. Did I mention waaaah? I knew Mother Kali's hadn't been doing well for some time, and that they'd gone through a horrific traumatic reorganization last fall, but wah!
Um, what else? Contact improv tonight (yay hippie dance!) and I should probably go get myself some binders and stuff to better organize my tutoring course materials and suchforth (plus, any excuse to go play in office-supplies land! Woo!) Maybe a trip to the library as well. Also food. Yes. Food would be good.
So today my primary goal is to do laundry so I have something to wear to work tomorrow. My secondary goals include getting to the post office to get more stamps, depositing my paycheck, and maybe stopping by the library. But before I do any of that, I should have some breakfast. I'm so boring it hurts (no, wait, that's just my residual headache from last night).
Ok, so this weekend was the first time I worked on Saturday and/or Sunday in like a month, but I let my grumpiness at not having many hours be known. One of my coworkers suggested that if I learned to open the restaurant kitchen, I could get scheduled for 6 AM shifts. Ouch, but at the same time, I could use the hours, and if I knew how to open, I'd be more useful in general, and thus more qualified to harass management for a better schedule and raises and suchforth. So I let the "what if I trained to open?" idea slip to a manager when I was signing out yesterday, and she said, "That's a GREAT idea! Can you come in tomorrow, just for an hour or two, to see what it's all about?" and suddenly it was almost like I'd promised I'd come in. So this morning I got up before the sun and started learning about opening the kitchen at the Glenwood.( Turns out it's pretty easy. ) Today my reward (besides pay, that is) for coming in to open was a lot of good monkey points, a really bitchen breakfast (spinach-feta omelette with sauteed mushrooms and garlic) and a lovely bike ride home (I took the long way, east to campus, across the Willamette, northeast along the north bank of the river, and back across and backtrack east to our house, and it was great to get some exercise). Then I went back to sleep until 11 or so, and now I'm contemplating errands, albeit not very enthusiastically.
Hmm. On second thought, I'd better get out now, before my mom calls and talks my ear off about the past three weeks or however long it is my aunt and uncle (her brother) and their kids have been visiting from Holland (they leave today). Also, I want to catch the 5:05 showing of Whale Rider at the Bijou (Eugene's indie/art house theater, in a remodeled church --- so cool, and the closest movie theater to our house, woo!) I am way psyched about this movie. I think it will pander to me in all the right ways, and wash away the stain of Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.
Clean cat box
Tutor my last student of the term at 1 PM (number theory, and find out how her analysis final went)This is about half-done, since it turns out her final got rescheduled, so we're meeting again tomorrow. Maybe stop by the Glenwood and celebrate that I'm done tutoring for a bit and drop hints that I'd like more hours now that I've got all the free timeUm, cancel that until I'm ACTUALLY done with my student, ok?
Clean the table in the living room, which is kind of out of control
Start packing to move (we get the keys to the new place on Friday or Saturday, but since I'm working on Saturday and can't be helpful then I'd better be useful before that)
Updated to add:
Make hummus.Done! And deliciously so, I might add.
Updated to add: Pay for health insurance for the month of June (oops; I just found the bill in the living room table mess)
Okay, enough digressions. Time to do some laundry, I guess.
Thanks to Sunday's Get Fuzzy strip, my LiveJournal friends page now has a title: "Bucky's House for Wayward Monkeys". Just thought y'all might like to know.
I have to be at work in 2 hours. Part of my brain says "That's so weird!" but other parts of my brain say, "About damn time." I think the "About damn time" faction is in the majority, but I'm not sure.
Ok, I think I can get a few errands in before work, so off to do that, I guess. Maybe I'll call some potential rentals or something.
In happier news, I love my new sneakers (they fit, which is a big relief), I hardly got rained on at all during my Staples run (partly because I'm super-speedy, partly because the weather decided to be ambivalent for a bit). Furthermore, there's garlic roasting in the oven (mmm, roasted garlic) and pmb is on his way to the local hippie food store for spinach, tomatoes, and tofu, which means I'll finally have me those wasabi mashed potatoes I've been craving for so long. Yay!