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Apr. 3rd, 2009 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbToday, the dining hall in college was serving what was alleged to be "spinach and nutmeg" soup. Well. It was the green of well-cooked cabbage, and the texture was smooth, neither watery nor creamy but possibly thickened with potato. It tasted... indeterminate. No nutmeg, and the green stuff could have been spinach or broccoli or cabbage for all I could tell.
College dining: where every day, something else terrible happens to food.
I had no classes today, but I went in to a postgraduate research seminar in the afternoon. They let anyone attend, and I like the postgrad seminars: everyone there is appallingly smart. Today's was on the Aegean and western Anatolia in the third millennium BC, with particular attention to the excavations at Liman Tepe, and it was given by a visiting scholar from the University of Cyprus. Most of it went over my head - pottery, and dating, and markers of urbanism - but what I could follow was pretty interesting, even if it's not one of the subjects that fascinates me most.
Climbing afterwards. I took it easy: sent the two white 6As, with rests, and the red 6A: started a new evil orange 6B+ and didn't even reach the crux; got a tiny bit higher on a green 6A+, and finally figured out what I'm doing wrong on the blue 6B. Not that it did me much good, since I was then too tired to actually do it right.
Finished up by going up three routes on the slab back-to-back, with no rests in between: blue 5, yellow 5, neon 3.
There were a good bunch of lads down there. Alas, when the lovely Spanish PhD student takes his shirt off, I fear I cannot look away. He's tiny, for a guy, and made of muscle. Yes, I'm shallow.
(They're all so muscular and pretty. Boys and girls alike.)
College dining: where every day, something else terrible happens to food.
I had no classes today, but I went in to a postgraduate research seminar in the afternoon. They let anyone attend, and I like the postgrad seminars: everyone there is appallingly smart. Today's was on the Aegean and western Anatolia in the third millennium BC, with particular attention to the excavations at Liman Tepe, and it was given by a visiting scholar from the University of Cyprus. Most of it went over my head - pottery, and dating, and markers of urbanism - but what I could follow was pretty interesting, even if it's not one of the subjects that fascinates me most.
Climbing afterwards. I took it easy: sent the two white 6As, with rests, and the red 6A: started a new evil orange 6B+ and didn't even reach the crux; got a tiny bit higher on a green 6A+, and finally figured out what I'm doing wrong on the blue 6B. Not that it did me much good, since I was then too tired to actually do it right.
Finished up by going up three routes on the slab back-to-back, with no rests in between: blue 5, yellow 5, neon 3.
There were a good bunch of lads down there. Alas, when the lovely Spanish PhD student takes his shirt off, I fear I cannot look away. He's tiny, for a guy, and made of muscle. Yes, I'm shallow.
(They're all so muscular and pretty. Boys and girls alike.)
