Friday, June 04, 2010
change of pace
Well, I have two announcements:
First, I bought my espresso at a café that is actually reasonably close to me, even as it is so off the café path, that I never go there. I look around and I think -- wow, it's refreshingly colorful.
...which I appreciate. Barrique’s on Monroe Street, by contrast, is almost, in tones, lost somewhere in pre-World War II Vienna.
Second announcement: I am done with the work for the Spring Semester. True, I have a nice stack of work to attend to for the Summer Semester, but it can be spread evenly over a handful of days. In any case, the rush, for now is over.
I did suggest to Ed that we celebrate. And even my occasional traveling companion hadn't the heart to say "every day is the end of a busiest semester ever day," and so we went to the place which tends to capture most of our (annual?) celebratory meals -- Tutto Pasta.
I was a bit mortified. Ed was in his grungiest of torn work shorts and even his t-shirt managed to develop a huge rip at the side, but I do have to admit that the decision to go out was a sudden one, or I would have coaxed him to dress up into a rip-free garment. He does have some of those, even as they tend to be forever "buried somewhere," or so he tells me.
So, I'm done. And well caffeinated and well fed. And that's a good thing.
First, I bought my espresso at a café that is actually reasonably close to me, even as it is so off the café path, that I never go there. I look around and I think -- wow, it's refreshingly colorful.
...which I appreciate. Barrique’s on Monroe Street, by contrast, is almost, in tones, lost somewhere in pre-World War II Vienna.
Second announcement: I am done with the work for the Spring Semester. True, I have a nice stack of work to attend to for the Summer Semester, but it can be spread evenly over a handful of days. In any case, the rush, for now is over.
I did suggest to Ed that we celebrate. And even my occasional traveling companion hadn't the heart to say "every day is the end of a busiest semester ever day," and so we went to the place which tends to capture most of our (annual?) celebratory meals -- Tutto Pasta.
I was a bit mortified. Ed was in his grungiest of torn work shorts and even his t-shirt managed to develop a huge rip at the side, but I do have to admit that the decision to go out was a sudden one, or I would have coaxed him to dress up into a rip-free garment. He does have some of those, even as they tend to be forever "buried somewhere," or so he tells me.
So, I'm done. And well caffeinated and well fed. And that's a good thing.
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Where is that - Electric Earth, on West Washington?
ReplyDeleteNo, Wade, it's the new EVP on Midvale. BTW, in answer to your q from a few posts ago, the little daughter is starting out at Winston. And yes, former Justice Souter was magnificent. It was one of those speeches that was gently delivered, but you're likely to remember it for a long long time.
ReplyDeleteI've always been partial to EVP - it was founded by a pair of rowers ("Etes-vous pret?" is the pre-race command given at international rowing meets) and the UW crew team and friends hung out there a lot.
ReplyDeleteRegarding Souter, I've found that those are often the best sort of speeches. When I was a freshman, I heard David Gergen give a speech like that, and it was wonderful. A lot of the graduates and parents complained that it wasn't more stirring, but, outside of political rallies, who really prefers stirring to meaningful and throught-provoking?