I write this as I await my taco dinner.
Today’s happy accident:
A professor of mine from undergrad asked me if I wanted to be on an alumni panel in a class he’s teaching, a “professional seminar.” I was honored! Flattered! And a little terrified, because even though part of me (all of me?) still feels like a 19-year-old kid trying to figure out the world and her path in it, actual youths scare me. High school, middle school, college: they will look at me and immediately understand how decidedly Un-Cool I Am.
John Mulaney gets it. (Also, the seminar was today--Friday--at 3 p.m. Eastern time. WHAT.)
I’d never met the other alum invited to today’s class--I graduated the same semester he started--but he attends Yale Divinity, in the program I was this close to accepting a place in. After the class session was over (no one made fun of me, accurately OR inaccurately!), the professor, me, and this other guy stuck around on the Zoom. I started dropping the names of a few people I knew who’d been at Yale in the past few years. His face lit with recognition: “Yes! Oh my goodness, she’s wonderful!” and “Oh, yes, of course I know who he is!”
Isn’t it the best when you think someone you just met might know someone else you know, and they actually do, and you don’t have to do the polite conversational dance of “Oh, hmm, that name sounds familiar, I’m sure I’d recognize them” while thinking to yourself I have never heard of this person?
“The world is miniscule!” my newfound Yale friend declared. I certainly agree.
Word(s) I’m thinking about:
I saw this tweet earlier this week and my T Swift listening has once again spiked (though not to post-folklore levels, of course). “And you call me up again / Just to break me like a promise / So casually cruel in the name of being honest...” The half-rhyme! The well-placed simile, the alliterative juxtaposition of “casually” and “cruel”!
On the bookshelf/side table/Kindle:
I don’t generally *love* fantasy, but the premise of this book was too intriguing and the audiobook is divine. I’m about 70% of the way through--can someone else please read this so I can talk about it with someone?!
I’m on the launch team for this book (woohoo!), which means I get an advance review copy (woohoo!!), and judging by the first few chapters, I’m going to need to purchase a stress ball while reading about the many, many ways the patriarchy has been/is terrible.
Tell me:
Tacos or burritos?