Sometimes, you want to go to Indy’s First Fridays event. Sometimes, open art galleries and talk and free humus and grapes are really cool. Sometimes witty banter, discussions of hipster, and mock battles are really cool as well. Sometimes, strolling down the sidewalks and admiring the architecture, the cupcakes in the bakery windows, and the random scupltures made out of tires is stupendously cool.
And sometimes, at the end of it all, you find yourself down in the dumps instead of uplifted, ready for a shower and sleep instead of a board game night, wanting to write about hybridized nations and postcolonialism rather than relax with friends.
Is this weird? Have I been spending too much time working, that I kind of, in a little way, prefer Anglo-Celtic writings to complimentary crackers, the quiet of an English paper finally unlocking itself beneath my fingers to the raucous wind in my hair, music in my ears, sun in my face? This is definitely not the usual sequencing, and I’m sure this pensive mood will pass.
Tomorrow we are working downtown with the Keep Indianapolis Beautiful project, which I’m looking forward to doing. This is a busy weekend, with several other events in the works. Here’s to a more energetic Saturday!
Off to chill with Jude the Obscure. That’s a good compromise, isn’t it?
Butler Summer Institute participants receive free (!!!) housing in University Terrance during the nine-week research session. Here is a belated, pictorial tour of my apartment in UT.
This is the dramatic entrance to our apartment, as if you were standing in the doorway. I am living with my roommate during the year, the one who likes cookies, so there are only two of us. As you can see, we moved our desks into the living room area. This is only logical since, as intrepid BSI scholars, we spend hours each day at the desks and the living room’s light is far superior to that of the bedroom. Turn to your right, and…
You see the doorway to the restroom and to our bedroom. And my full length mirror, trying to fill up the large blank spot on our wall. We think this is a four-person apartment, but we are not certain. There are two mysterious locked doors, one of which the maintenance worker opened when he came to fix our hall light. I, however, had been working on my BSI paper, and I thought it might be creepy to get up and peer in there after him. Therefore the mystery lives on. Continuing to your right and advancing king’s pawn to e4…
This is the restroom. There’s not too much to say, except this is a lot of counter space for two people, but perhaps not over much for four. If you turn to your left…
You stand in the doorway of our bedroom.
And I leave you on a cliffhanger, mostly because it’s time to go to a cookout, and I’m pretty hungry. Until next time!
To continue my stilted outline of my summer schedule as a Butler Summer Institute scholar, I shall pick up where I left off on Sunday, pondering the goodness of mochas.
Sunday: Research. Try to get into Lilly Hall to use the practice rooms, but the building was locked.
Monday: Memorial Day! Research. Bike along the Canal Path (so flat! such an easy ride!) to The Flying Cupcake to buy treats. Give treats to the girl taking my headshots. Take headshots. Check out of the Apartment Village.
Discover Lilly Hall is still locked. Discover there is no piano in the Reilly Room. Discover the room with the piano in it on the third floor of Atherton was locked. Sweet talk my way into the piano room at ResCo. (“Sweet talk” = ask if I can use it). Plink around–I can’t play the piano, though I often get irresistible urges to plonk happily for two hour stretches. Talk to a friend. Relax with my roommate.
Tuesday: Research a lot to make up for Monday’s frivolity. Take a ballet class with some other Butler dance majors. Attend a research ethics module for BSI. Research.
Wednesday: Research in the morning. Have (I admit it) another mocha. Decide Hubbard and Cravens is far superior to Starbucks–and cheaper. Attend a BSI lunch and hear about other students’ projects, a faculty mentor’s career history, and a very funny comparison of the Midwest to Florida. Research.
It’s the life, I tell ya. I decided about three hours ago I need to begin broad and go narrow, rather than the other way around. I have since produced much more writing then I did all this morning. Hooray for helpful insights!
Taste test: “As ongoing unrest throughout the world indicates, location alone cannot determine national identity: Living within a country’s borders does not guarantee loyalty to that country’s sense of self. We cannot dismiss location as a quality of nation entirely, but often location engenders cultural similarities which serve as much stronger factors in shaping a national identity.”
A bit salty? I thought so too.
Also, Pandora just played Dvorak’s 9th symphony and is currently on Arvo Pärt, so I am a very happy camper.