apparently in 59 days i become an illegal alien.

graduation pictures to follow soon.

so tomorrow it's official, the chips get cashed in, and so forth. as for right now, i'm quite full of bananas foster, and thinking not of past or future, a quite satisfactory state in which to be.

the adviser referred to me in an e-mail today as dr. ___, which, aside from the fact that there are 8 days till graduation, just feels so very wrong. as i was articulating to the brother, it's like how after we graduated from ri/rj we continued to address all our teachers as mr. or mrs. x; hierarchical relationships once established feel like they should be immutable, once ones adviser, always ones adviser, etc. minz says this is very asian, and perhaps she is right, but it still feels that it's the way things should be.

in other news, i would like to make cassoulet, so if anyone has a good recipe please e-mail it to me.

vichyssoise

-- is fun to say, but even more fun to make.

i think the liminal times are often hard to get through -- all ones rhythms go out of whack, all the routines vanish, you're here, you're there, you're packing, then you're gone. i feel, simultaneously, that i should be working and relaxing, which is an excellent way to get nothing done at all.

i will say this: san fran last week was a blast, in that four guiltless days without work was something i had not had for probably almost a year. the ardbeg uigeadail featured prominently, and was delicious, and generally helped me to forget that i'm once more plummeting headfirst into the unknown.