At Thesis Parade, at which I was congratulated via being showered by champagne. I was also frequently asked by people with brows furrowed by concern how I was doing. I hadn't slept in two days, hence the pale, waifish complexion.
Standing in line at The Feast on Saturday afternoon.
Eating delicious meat, smoked by men who also took a picture of Corey's Epic Mushroom shirt, fellow mushroom hunters and lovers themselves.
Now it's a matter of finishing three papers, editing the typos and getting the thesis printed and bound. Then it'll be the end of thesis-tagged posts. Some days I feel like my thesis turned out particularly well, other days I feel like there are definitely some parts I wish I had more time to work on and flesh out. I think this is best exemplified by the nightmare I had two days before my orals, in which the corpse from "A Rose For Emily" came back to life and was chasing me. Oh, well. What work is ever truly finished, anyway? I don't know what I'm going to have anxiety-related dreams about once I graduate (as in "oh no my paper was acutally due today!" horror). Everyone has assured me that I will think of something.
Here is a list of books I want to read:
The Botany of Desire (Michael Pollan) (in the middle of this right now. Very interesting. One of the earlier books by the author of The Omnivore's Dilemma)
The Mapmaker's Wife (Robert Whitaker) (recommended to me by my mom. A based-on-history novel about Ecuador. Ecaudor! Must read so many books between now and later about Ecuador!)
Mycelium Running (Paul Stamets) (highly recommended by Corey. The subtitle basically says it all: How Mushrooms Can Help Save the World. Mushrooms! Must read so many books between now and later about mushrooms!)
I might as well start with those and move on from there. Now if only I could summon up the willpower and energy to get those papers finished and officially bring my Reed career to a close......
