Life has gotten relatively tame for the time being. I'm reading books about statistics. My downstairs neighbors moved out (first the sex-having neighbors, then the baby-having neighbors) and now there is a construction crew on the premises every day except Sunday. Drag! It's sort of nice that things are quiet at night though. My roommate from last semester also moved out, so I have been able to spread out my things, reclaim a more spacious office space, and take naps on the futon.

It's sort of unbelievable that I only have one more semester of grad school left. I am nervous about entering the job market again, and I would say many of my peers feel the same way. People are coping with this in different ways, most people are withdrawing into tiny, messy cubicles and putting their noses to the grindstone. There's like the yoga contingent. And then the hulu-watching contingent. But at this point everyone has been relatively sane. Here's to 2009...

Grande Dame of 2009

Happy New Year. I know it's been an eternity since I've posted and - for shame! It's terrible I know. I was busy kicking ass on my last semester's classes and otherwise vegging and watching old episodes of Joan of Arcadia (no there are no new ones but the ones from 2005-2006 are terrific).

I did lots of fun things over the break (like hang out a ton with Mr. D!). I also went to a few museums, one of which was the Chicago Historical Society. There was a couture Chicago exhibit featuring "grande dame so-and-so's" famous dress for "such-and-such" occasion. It was actually more fun than I thought it would be. But it also made me think: what does it take in our times to be a grande dame? Why don't I know one? When can I be one?