6/19/00

I have apparently made a brief appearance on television. Sara Astruc, who was featured in the piece on online diarists which appeared on British TV a couple of weeks ago, has a copy of the tape, and not only told me that I'd appeared in the segment, but she also kindly made flash animations of my appearance as well as that of several other diarists. It's just a few screen shots and another couple of shots of the back of my head. This was the fruit of an entire day of shooting. Oh well, at least the producer bought me dinner (and then pointed out all the crumbs I had on my face before he started shooting again).

You know how I was saying in my last entry that I was going to have more free time now that classes are over? Well, it's turning out not to be very true so far. I have to finish all my ongoing lab projects by the end of the week, because I'm leaving to spend a week on the East Coast Friday night, and then the following week I'm supposed to be starting in my new lab. I suppose I could go back to finish things up after I get back, but there'll always be more stuff to do and I don't want this rotation to drag on forever.

Anyway, I was in the lab for almost the whole day on Saturday, and I foresee many late nights this week.

I suppose that under the circumstances, it's just as well that my relationship with Alvin seems to be on the skids. I probably shouldn't elaborate as the skidding is still in progress, but right now it's not looking like there'll be much of a future.

Hmm. Right on cue, he just showed up at my door. But now he's just lying on my bed and not saying anything, so I guess I'll go back to writing.

Anyway, I'm hoping that being at home next week will give me a chance to properly rehabilitate my knee. The real problem is that around here, I can't do anything or go anywhere without walking, because I don't have a car. It seems that every day, there's something I urgently need to do which involves walking several miles (buying groceries, or going to Berkeley to buy that Jayhawks CD from 1995 I suddenly decided over the weekend that I needed to own). But at my parents' house, all I ever do is sit around and watch TV, and now I have the perfect excuse to do so without feeling guilty.

OK, Alvin just left. More skidding...and now I don't feel like writing anymore.