joel wheeler is the god of love, baby

Well. At least this snowstorm around, I didn't get stranded at the library. And no school is always a plus.

On the other hand, it's been just me and Zarathustra watching about a month's backlog of Hoarders and the Daily Show for hours now. When we run out of beer and TiVo, we'll have a problem.

ED. 00:52:43 A.M. And the beer's gone.

ED. 02:17:02 A.M. Hypothesis: Hoarders' entertainment value is proportionate to viewer's blood alcohol content.

ED. 07:11:19 A.M. Caught myself half-hoping for school. Clearly all the beer wasn't enough.

Last weekend before classes start up again. I think this calls for a memorable one.

Happy Friday, everybody. If you run into me in a couple hours, tell me I promised to buy you a drink. Hopefully I won't be sober enough to call bullshit on you.

Today marks a week left of winter break for NYU students. Spend it wisely, kids.

This is the most entertaining week for me as a teaching assistant, because I get to watch the numbers on my section rosters fluctuate wildly. Apparently, after a month of sleeping in, people start rethinking whether they can manage a dynamic discussion of ancient philosophy at 8 am. Case in point: I had 18 students in my Friday morning section when I logged on yesterday morning. Now I have 13. I wasn't an undergrad so long ago that I can't picture the really dedicated level of course swapping going on behind the scenes there.

Maybe if I'm lucky, they'll all think better of that Friday section. I don't know whose bright idea that particular timeslot was, but it certainly wasn't mine. I just drew the short straw.

( love, it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you; it will set you free. )