Who would have thought that within one week I had journeyed into Chicago THREE TIMES! I know; it is a crazy world out there. After Wicker Park wanderfest 1, I traveled down to Hyde Park for a lecture on German churches after WWII. In reality the journey was more about reveling in my U Chicago acceptance, and I had a grand time riding the rails, checking out some bookstores and cafes and meeting up with my friend Torsten from UW. I tried to experiment a non-redline route down to Hyde Park, a trek that takes just under two hours from Evanston and involves transferring from the el to a bus in a really sketchy part of town. I managed to do a half and half which cut off maybe 20 miinutes-- I took the redline downtown and then took the metra directly into Hyde Park/ U Chicago proper. It cost me two extra dollars, but I think it would be worth it if I was coming back after dark.
Within a block from the metra tracks is the original Powells Books, which took me back to the days of my youth where I would gladly make the 3 hour roadtrip to Portland for the best bookstore ever. While it's not as breathtaking as the Portland store, being perhaps 1/5 the size, it was still pretty awesome. I bought Roddy Doyle's Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha for $5, since I had accidently grabbed a book of Josh's when I left the house and needed something to read on the long train ride home. I then went and found a hidden little coffee shop called Backstory, which was pretty delightful and where I'll definitely go again. The coffee is from Metropolis and every cup is brewed in a melita, just for you. Impressivly, they had a selection of my favorite Metropolis roasts, making it a pretty hard decision and really tempting me to stay for another cup (I ended up choosing Schweick's Ottomon Adventure. ausgezeichnet!) Had dinner with Torsten at Medicis, which apparently is one of Obama's favorite restaurants (though I think a lot of places in Hyde Park make that claim) and we both were celebrating: me getting into U Chicago and he finishing his second year research paper (the hour before we met up!) All in all it was a lovely day.
Wicker Park still did not present its charm to me, or it did and I find it distinctly blech. Josh, Brian, and I went there last night and saw what Saturday night in Wicker Park means: drunks from the suburbs and clubs clubs clubs. I'm not really the club-going type and that surely wasn't on our agenda, but it was amazing to see the long lines waiting to get past the velvet rope at numerous clubs we passed. I don't think I've ever seen that, except maybe in Honolulu where it was most likely put in place to charm the tourists (I've certainly never seen anything like that in Seattle!) We went to Myopic Books and had a cup of coffee around 10pm amid the stacks. I bought a collection of Oscar Wilde and am one act down in "The Importance of Being Ernest;" I completely forgot how funny that play is.
Ok, I am off to the Unicorn for some grunt work-- we had our floors redone last night and it's time to play cafe brownie and move everything back to place. Sorry no pictures this time, though I have plenty on the flickr and more just marinating on my camera. Ciao!
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturdays in Chicago: Wicker Park
A new installment on the Val-o-sphere: "Saturdays in Chicago", where I take advantage of my weekends by exploring some neighborhood in Chicago, which, even after living here almost six months, still seems pretty foreign to me. Now that I am free of grad school application stress and the weather is starting to permit ambling walks, I'm definitely in more of a position to get out of the house and just mosey around. I also will be using this time to learn how to take proper photos, something that I listed as a new year's resolution but which has only been taken seriously (and only halfway seriously at that) after looking at some incredible photo blogs recently.
Speaking of blogs, I can't believe how addictive food blogs can be! I have been astoundingly good about cooking for myself in the last month or two and feel that part of the credit has to go to Bread and Honey and Tastespotting for piquing my interest in neat, eclectic cookery. Josh and I have gotten pretty fast at whipping up dinner and once I discovered Vegetable Mecca (also known as Stanley's Produce, in the region of Wicker Park), our fridge has been stocked with veggies and fruits that form the basis of most our meals. That, plus a weekly Whole Foods' Tuesday Rotisserie Chicken deal, keeps us eating deliciously cheap in these oh so horrible economic times (blah blah). But enough of this idle chit-chat about the boring state of my eating habits (oh by the way, I've been baking WAY more bread, which is also cheap, delicious, and strangely cathartic, but again. so, so boring for you, yes?) I suppose I should give you my little spiel about Wicker Park, which was my first Saturday in Chicago destination (albeit on Friday... meh.)
Ok, so I only took two photos the whole time, and both of practically the same thing. I wandered by a bookshop that was closed, but two joyful little whippets came to greet me on the other side of the glass door-- should have taken a picture of them. Saw a really neat bakery with some awesome and creative cakes in the window, but didn't spare it a pause. I sort of need to get over my camera-phobia, something that I think became ingrained in me during my time in Hawai'i. Do you know during the almost six months I lived in Germany, I only took 300-odd photos? I went to Munich for one weekend with my friend Janelle and she took that many within three days! So in theory all that will change, though it will take some getting used to and I still don't want to turn into one of those camera happy people that are too busy recording what's happening to properly enjoy it (or, to be more honest, too camera-happy that it is just embarrassing to be around.)
So back to Wicker Park. Rumors reached me in quaint little Evanston that this is the "hip" part of Chicago and I was also recommended a coffee shop/bakery there by one of the mathmeticians who I consider on the hipper end of the mathy spectrum. So I set off, taking the Redline to North &Clybourn and walking the mile or so up to what I think (I think?) was Wicker Park proper. To start, wandering in Chicago is a bit different than wandering in Seattle, because there you can always find a coffee shop or two and a used bookstore no matter what neighborhood you stumble across and I realize these are my perferred places for Wandertag rest stops. The ratio is not so good in Chicago, even the hip part, and while I managed to find a coffee shop after a couple hours of aimless moseying, my latte was complete crap and I ended up just throwing it away. I never found the Bakery, though googlemaps told me upon my return home that I had passed it without noticing (while looking at a really strange Catholic Church with a giant virgin icon/alter on the side. Naturally, I did not take a picture.) So what is there in Wicker Park? Well, lots of neat little shops with some very cute handmade things that are too expensive for me to buy, but which I appreciate all the same. There seemed to be a few restaurants, though nothing like the shopfront after shopfront array in Capital Hill or U District. There is a real lack of cheap restaurants here and some days I feel like I could kill for some Pho or Thai Tom. I did, however, eat pretty cheaply by visiting a taqueria and spending less than my crappy latte on two delicious taco-truck style tacos. Hee-Haw! Myopic Books is also there, which seems a pretty nice place, though I didn't visit it on this journey.
Had enough? I think that sometime in the future there will be "Wicker Park, Part-II" because I know this can't be all there is to it. For now, it's a beautiful Sunday and I'm going to walk to the lake and follow that up with some coffee at Brothers K. Adios!
Speaking of blogs, I can't believe how addictive food blogs can be! I have been astoundingly good about cooking for myself in the last month or two and feel that part of the credit has to go to Bread and Honey and Tastespotting for piquing my interest in neat, eclectic cookery. Josh and I have gotten pretty fast at whipping up dinner and once I discovered Vegetable Mecca (also known as Stanley's Produce, in the region of Wicker Park), our fridge has been stocked with veggies and fruits that form the basis of most our meals. That, plus a weekly Whole Foods' Tuesday Rotisserie Chicken deal, keeps us eating deliciously cheap in these oh so horrible economic times (blah blah). But enough of this idle chit-chat about the boring state of my eating habits (oh by the way, I've been baking WAY more bread, which is also cheap, delicious, and strangely cathartic, but again. so, so boring for you, yes?) I suppose I should give you my little spiel about Wicker Park, which was my first Saturday in Chicago destination (albeit on Friday... meh.)
Ok, so I only took two photos the whole time, and both of practically the same thing. I wandered by a bookshop that was closed, but two joyful little whippets came to greet me on the other side of the glass door-- should have taken a picture of them. Saw a really neat bakery with some awesome and creative cakes in the window, but didn't spare it a pause. I sort of need to get over my camera-phobia, something that I think became ingrained in me during my time in Hawai'i. Do you know during the almost six months I lived in Germany, I only took 300-odd photos? I went to Munich for one weekend with my friend Janelle and she took that many within three days! So in theory all that will change, though it will take some getting used to and I still don't want to turn into one of those camera happy people that are too busy recording what's happening to properly enjoy it (or, to be more honest, too camera-happy that it is just embarrassing to be around.)
So back to Wicker Park. Rumors reached me in quaint little Evanston that this is the "hip" part of Chicago and I was also recommended a coffee shop/bakery there by one of the mathmeticians who I consider on the hipper end of the mathy spectrum. So I set off, taking the Redline to North &Clybourn and walking the mile or so up to what I think (I think?) was Wicker Park proper. To start, wandering in Chicago is a bit different than wandering in Seattle, because there you can always find a coffee shop or two and a used bookstore no matter what neighborhood you stumble across and I realize these are my perferred places for Wandertag rest stops. The ratio is not so good in Chicago, even the hip part, and while I managed to find a coffee shop after a couple hours of aimless moseying, my latte was complete crap and I ended up just throwing it away. I never found the Bakery, though googlemaps told me upon my return home that I had passed it without noticing (while looking at a really strange Catholic Church with a giant virgin icon/alter on the side. Naturally, I did not take a picture.) So what is there in Wicker Park? Well, lots of neat little shops with some very cute handmade things that are too expensive for me to buy, but which I appreciate all the same. There seemed to be a few restaurants, though nothing like the shopfront after shopfront array in Capital Hill or U District. There is a real lack of cheap restaurants here and some days I feel like I could kill for some Pho or Thai Tom. I did, however, eat pretty cheaply by visiting a taqueria and spending less than my crappy latte on two delicious taco-truck style tacos. Hee-Haw! Myopic Books is also there, which seems a pretty nice place, though I didn't visit it on this journey.
Had enough? I think that sometime in the future there will be "Wicker Park, Part-II" because I know this can't be all there is to it. For now, it's a beautiful Sunday and I'm going to walk to the lake and follow that up with some coffee at Brothers K. Adios!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Snowed in
Looks like it will be another indoor kind of day, though this time because it has been snowing for a good seven hours. Yesterday it snowed as well, so we are probably at something like 8 or 9 inches at the moment. I love it, though. Walking home from work was really pleasant-- I love being the first person to step in newly fallen snow! Anyway, snow still works its magic on me and this has been one of the best winters for me in years. I can't believe I got so used to living without sunshine in Seattle! Wo betide me if I ever go back to the pacific northwest... I definitely would fall victim to SAD.
But then I would just go to Quinalt or Hoh and cure myself with giant trees.
I'm taking another stab at bread baking this morning-- a loaf that uses beer rather than a starter or sponge, which is a nice way to get rid of this lone bottle that's been hanging around. It also cuts the time in half, which is a definite plus. Right now it's on its first rise, so we'll see how this fares. The sweet potato bread was really tasty, though it fell a bit during its last rise, which was a bummer.
Ok, off to my morning cup of tea and book. I just received two books from Amazon and will start with Peter Fritzsche's Germans into Nazis, which so far is pretty good. He is a professor at U Illinois and who I would like to work with if that is where I end up.
If If If If!
Oh man, the dreadful 'ifs' have begun. I guess I'll know for sure in about two months. No use worrying now.
But then I would just go to Quinalt or Hoh and cure myself with giant trees.
I'm taking another stab at bread baking this morning-- a loaf that uses beer rather than a starter or sponge, which is a nice way to get rid of this lone bottle that's been hanging around. It also cuts the time in half, which is a definite plus. Right now it's on its first rise, so we'll see how this fares. The sweet potato bread was really tasty, though it fell a bit during its last rise, which was a bummer.
Ok, off to my morning cup of tea and book. I just received two books from Amazon and will start with Peter Fritzsche's Germans into Nazis, which so far is pretty good. He is a professor at U Illinois and who I would like to work with if that is where I end up.
If If If If!
Oh man, the dreadful 'ifs' have begun. I guess I'll know for sure in about two months. No use worrying now.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Bread making Day
Hello hello.
It is my first day off since returning from New York and I am all happiness in my domesticity. I did venture outdoors for a nice walk to the old Whole Foods, but other than that it's been all baking, cooking, cleaning, and reading. My sweet potato bread that started around 9am is on its last rise before going into the oven and baby bok choy soup (which started as french onion) is stewing away on the stove. In theory the cleaning will come after the cooking, but the internet pulled me into its depths and I'm thinking it more likely my escape will be made possible by the book I'm reading rather than the prospect of cleaning the floors or putting laundry away. I just started Northanger Abbey, which I believe is the last of the six Jane Austen books I've read (though I can't remember Mansfield Park for the life of me, so most likely I only dreamt I finished that one.) NA is really funny, much more so than her other books, or rather, the jokes are much more consistent and constant here. I'm halfway through and hope to finish it today, but we shall see. There is one character that I can not stand and more than once I've tossed the book aside after he did something particularly horrible or irritating.
Bought fruit and am anxiously awaiting my pineapple, which is now serving as a table ornament until it ripens.
Oh, I have been offered a side-job, assistant to the owner of The Math Center, which is a tutoring center a little north of Evanston. I have no idea what to expect, since the man is a Unicorn customer and just asked me about it yesterday, but with no specifics. But it looks like I will be working out of coffee shops four or five stretches at a time and getting paid around $12 an hour, which is fine to start. I guess I will get a feel for what the job actually is and attempt to put 10 or so hours in a week. Take that, student loans!
Ok, to the oven and then to the couch with my book. Adios!
It is my first day off since returning from New York and I am all happiness in my domesticity. I did venture outdoors for a nice walk to the old Whole Foods, but other than that it's been all baking, cooking, cleaning, and reading. My sweet potato bread that started around 9am is on its last rise before going into the oven and baby bok choy soup (which started as french onion) is stewing away on the stove. In theory the cleaning will come after the cooking, but the internet pulled me into its depths and I'm thinking it more likely my escape will be made possible by the book I'm reading rather than the prospect of cleaning the floors or putting laundry away. I just started Northanger Abbey, which I believe is the last of the six Jane Austen books I've read (though I can't remember Mansfield Park for the life of me, so most likely I only dreamt I finished that one.) NA is really funny, much more so than her other books, or rather, the jokes are much more consistent and constant here. I'm halfway through and hope to finish it today, but we shall see. There is one character that I can not stand and more than once I've tossed the book aside after he did something particularly horrible or irritating.
Bought fruit and am anxiously awaiting my pineapple, which is now serving as a table ornament until it ripens.
Oh, I have been offered a side-job, assistant to the owner of The Math Center, which is a tutoring center a little north of Evanston. I have no idea what to expect, since the man is a Unicorn customer and just asked me about it yesterday, but with no specifics. But it looks like I will be working out of coffee shops four or five stretches at a time and getting paid around $12 an hour, which is fine to start. I guess I will get a feel for what the job actually is and attempt to put 10 or so hours in a week. Take that, student loans!
Ok, to the oven and then to the couch with my book. Adios!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
It has been a busy month, so sorry to have kept (most) of you in the dark. What is new? Well, after three days on the job at the Unicorn, I was offered the position of general manager, which I naturally accepted with relieved delight. This means health insurance! a salary! and the power to make my own schedule. It feels like I have been working non-stop since the promotion, though; covering both my regular shifts in addition to manager duties. This is the first week where the balance has been tipped in my favor and I am hoping it will remain this way-- two shifts where I am behind the counter, making coffee and having fun, three days where I make the schedule, do the payroll, deal with the bank (which, unfortunately I attempted this week on Columbus day) etc. et c. But yes, the people are all pretty great and it is nice to be able to have a living wage making coffee.
Did I say living wage? Lest we forget that October was month 1 of student loan payback time, which is now thrust in rank along side the other debts that have accumulated since Germany and beyond... But so nice to put in double what I would have been able to pay off per month if the General Manager-ship didn't present itself to me in such a timely manner!
All work aside.
Remember back in May when I talked about how on the ball I would be with graduate school preparations? Well, the December 1st deadline is no longer creeping, but darting towards me at terrifying speed. And while I am having a really good time learning about the French Revolution and reading about German nationalism, I think it's high time to put the interesting stuff aside and focus on the important things in life.
GRE!
Yes, I've finally registered for the test, paid my $140, and have ten days to learn all the exciting amalgamations of various Greek and Latin roots, deal with those pesky analogy questions (I always make the relationships more complicated than what they are supposed to be) and, you know, learn basic math from about grade 7 on. While my mathematician boyfriend will cringe to hear it, I think I will relegate only a few hours to the quantitative review and spend the majority of my study time over the next ten days on the verbal problems in the hopes that I can up my score in that arena. Let's cross our fingers and hope that all those rumors about the quantitative not mattering in the history field are true!
Did I say living wage? Lest we forget that October was month 1 of student loan payback time, which is now thrust in rank along side the other debts that have accumulated since Germany and beyond... But so nice to put in double what I would have been able to pay off per month if the General Manager-ship didn't present itself to me in such a timely manner!
All work aside.
Remember back in May when I talked about how on the ball I would be with graduate school preparations? Well, the December 1st deadline is no longer creeping, but darting towards me at terrifying speed. And while I am having a really good time learning about the French Revolution and reading about German nationalism, I think it's high time to put the interesting stuff aside and focus on the important things in life.
GRE!
Yes, I've finally registered for the test, paid my $140, and have ten days to learn all the exciting amalgamations of various Greek and Latin roots, deal with those pesky analogy questions (I always make the relationships more complicated than what they are supposed to be) and, you know, learn basic math from about grade 7 on. While my mathematician boyfriend will cringe to hear it, I think I will relegate only a few hours to the quantitative review and spend the majority of my study time over the next ten days on the verbal problems in the hopes that I can up my score in that arena. Let's cross our fingers and hope that all those rumors about the quantitative not mattering in the history field are true!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Employed!
While Josh barreled past the cold and was able to get better after only one day of sniffles and some tylenol pm, I finally succumbed to it yesterday afternoon and will now spend today focusing all of my energy on getting well and fast. Why, you ask? Well tomorrow I start my new job at the Unicorn Cafe!
I found the listing on craigslist after going to my interview at Starbucks, that turned out not to be an interview at all, as the woman thought I was already a sbux employee just looking to transfer to her store. Even though she said she would call by the end of the day, I was pretty weary of the one-interview-at-a-time hopes and, after much boredom-driven walking around Evanston, went home and looked for jobs online. I found a pretty simple listing from the Unicorn, the cozy little coffee shop that has already become the place Josh and I go to most often, and sent off an email telling about myself and my experience. By the time we got home in the evening after post-prelim celebrations with Josh's math-folk, there was a reply from the manager with a request for an interview the next day.
The interview went great! Tracie, the owner, was awesome, we got along really well and she seemed pretty impressed and pleased with me. She used to be a barista there and bought the cafe when the original owners were planning on selling it to Caribou, a large chain out here. Impressive and romantic! She also studied German for a long time, so perhaps I'll have someone to practice with.
After the interview, I asked about how long it would take to hear if I had gotten the job and she replied that she had two more interviews lined up, so most likely on Thursday. However, I hadn't even made it to the train station before I got a call from her offering me the job. I am very excited!
The Unicorn reminds me of cafe Allegro in Seattle, but with better people and better coffee. Josh and I have spent quite a bit of time in there during our short stay in Evanston and I think it will be a great place to meet people, which I am in need of right now. Plus no uniform and no crazy monoculture!
sigh of relief.
Yesterday I also traveled down to U Chicago, where I had an unofficial tour from my friend Torsten who I knew from Phi Alpha Theta. I had a pretty good time and found out the fantastic news that both the one year terminal masters program that I was going to apply for and the history PhD program will use the same application. yet another sigh of relief.
Ok, I am starting to fade. I'm off to finish my book and down some more tea. Wiedersehen!
I found the listing on craigslist after going to my interview at Starbucks, that turned out not to be an interview at all, as the woman thought I was already a sbux employee just looking to transfer to her store. Even though she said she would call by the end of the day, I was pretty weary of the one-interview-at-a-time hopes and, after much boredom-driven walking around Evanston, went home and looked for jobs online. I found a pretty simple listing from the Unicorn, the cozy little coffee shop that has already become the place Josh and I go to most often, and sent off an email telling about myself and my experience. By the time we got home in the evening after post-prelim celebrations with Josh's math-folk, there was a reply from the manager with a request for an interview the next day.
The interview went great! Tracie, the owner, was awesome, we got along really well and she seemed pretty impressed and pleased with me. She used to be a barista there and bought the cafe when the original owners were planning on selling it to Caribou, a large chain out here. Impressive and romantic! She also studied German for a long time, so perhaps I'll have someone to practice with.
After the interview, I asked about how long it would take to hear if I had gotten the job and she replied that she had two more interviews lined up, so most likely on Thursday. However, I hadn't even made it to the train station before I got a call from her offering me the job. I am very excited!
The Unicorn reminds me of cafe Allegro in Seattle, but with better people and better coffee. Josh and I have spent quite a bit of time in there during our short stay in Evanston and I think it will be a great place to meet people, which I am in need of right now. Plus no uniform and no crazy monoculture!
sigh of relief.
Yesterday I also traveled down to U Chicago, where I had an unofficial tour from my friend Torsten who I knew from Phi Alpha Theta. I had a pretty good time and found out the fantastic news that both the one year terminal masters program that I was going to apply for and the history PhD program will use the same application. yet another sigh of relief.
Ok, I am starting to fade. I'm off to finish my book and down some more tea. Wiedersehen!
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Trapped!
It pours here in Evanston, so Josh and I failed to make it even around the block when we attempted to trek north to the farmer's market earlier today. We also had plans of wandering in Chicago, but that was thwarted as well. Trouble is, tomorrow is looking to be more of the same, so I may take advantage of the relative calm that light drizzle brings and take a walk while Josh naps. Both of us are at the beginnings of colds, which is worrisome, since Josh has exams all next week and I, well, I am sure there will be something important that I don't want to be sick for...
Ok, having nothing to do and no friends is a little boring. I feel like this coming week my luck will change, as I have an interview on Monday with Starbucks and will head back down to U Chicago Tuesday or Wednesday to visit a friend who is in the history department there. Hopefully I get the job, which will not only relieve my money stress, it will give me something to do and people to meet. Plus in three months, I will be able to go to the dentist! But I am not going to count my benefits before they hatch. Unlike the U Chicago interview, I am going to be a bit more prepared for this one.
In my little window of computer time I finally found someone at Northwestern I could imagine working with. Her name is Sarah Maza and she does French and cultural history and this fall will be teaching a general field seminar in european history that I may try to sit in on. I am not exactly sure how to ask, since I don't want to make a bad impression, but I don't think it will hurt any. I want to broaden my "cultural history" knowledge, since that is sort of my forte these days.
Finally finished the French Revolution book by Georges Lefebvre and have moved on to the lighter side of things with Dumas' The Queen's Necklace which has an interesting slant on the whole scandal. Historical fiction at its finest! Being written around the 1848 revolution, Dumas shows a lot of sympathy for the queen and in fact, the king. He uses the character Cagliostra, a sorcerer who can divine the future and who is one of Cardinal de Rohan's ministers, as the personification of dramatic irony and who often shuffles and guides the other characters to force upon them their fated choices or chances. A good look at how the inheritors of the revolution viewed the monarchy as the second bout of European revolutionary fervor took off. Plus he writes like Dickens.
Spent two hours writing GRE practice cards yesterday. I have T-five weeks until I want to take this thing and boy do I have a lot of catching up to do. How did I do so well on the SATs when I am only a little above average on the stupid 'gruh'? Oh well. Practice makes perfect, as they say.
Ok, having nothing to do and no friends is a little boring. I feel like this coming week my luck will change, as I have an interview on Monday with Starbucks and will head back down to U Chicago Tuesday or Wednesday to visit a friend who is in the history department there. Hopefully I get the job, which will not only relieve my money stress, it will give me something to do and people to meet. Plus in three months, I will be able to go to the dentist! But I am not going to count my benefits before they hatch. Unlike the U Chicago interview, I am going to be a bit more prepared for this one.
In my little window of computer time I finally found someone at Northwestern I could imagine working with. Her name is Sarah Maza and she does French and cultural history and this fall will be teaching a general field seminar in european history that I may try to sit in on. I am not exactly sure how to ask, since I don't want to make a bad impression, but I don't think it will hurt any. I want to broaden my "cultural history" knowledge, since that is sort of my forte these days.
Finally finished the French Revolution book by Georges Lefebvre and have moved on to the lighter side of things with Dumas' The Queen's Necklace which has an interesting slant on the whole scandal. Historical fiction at its finest! Being written around the 1848 revolution, Dumas shows a lot of sympathy for the queen and in fact, the king. He uses the character Cagliostra, a sorcerer who can divine the future and who is one of Cardinal de Rohan's ministers, as the personification of dramatic irony and who often shuffles and guides the other characters to force upon them their fated choices or chances. A good look at how the inheritors of the revolution viewed the monarchy as the second bout of European revolutionary fervor took off. Plus he writes like Dickens.
Spent two hours writing GRE practice cards yesterday. I have T-five weeks until I want to take this thing and boy do I have a lot of catching up to do. How did I do so well on the SATs when I am only a little above average on the stupid 'gruh'? Oh well. Practice makes perfect, as they say.
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