Saturday, June 03, 2006
I acquired a couple of books about early Greek vases, the first of which I read, for the most part, during my office shift from four o'clock a.m. to ten o'clock a.m. Being an intoductory technical guide, it is not so much to be read as to be perused for glossy images. The greater portion of the book consists of two glossaries, one of potters and painters, the other of terms. I found the last most helpful, for I tend to confuse the dozen or more vessels used for preparing, serving, and drinking wine.
Yesterday I met with a few members of Deutscher Klub to discuss plans for next year. Despite the fact that I am no longer an officer, I somehow have been suckered into writing an e-mail to the faculty sponsor (who was not present) about the meeting and about information the club president needs. That will be all the more tedious, because I only paid half-attention to anything said. But I agreed, as the president's e-mail account appears not to be servicing properly, but also as the president happens to be a very tall, very persuasive German. His guile is ruthless.
Incidentally, we held this meeting at a coffee house across the street and a few houses down from the domicile of Der Grair Bear and Dr. Fry. I looked the other direction, toward the grocery store, and contemplated the many uses of eggs. Out loud, I suggested we knock on the door and run. Tamme (der Präsident) expanded to inviting ourselves to dinner. We did neither, of course, but knowing where my professors live gives me an entirely different perspective of them. Their grocery store looks a little trashy; it probably sells expired eggs.
April would find the following side note interesting: I rode the bus to the coffee house and, in stepping off, saw none other than Dr. Lavigne sitting outside at one of the tables, cigarette ever-present and reading an article. I had only last seen him at his office three hours before, and then I had remained inside the building to colour entomology diagrams. I sat at the table next to his and swore I wasn't following him. I doubt he believed me.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:06 AM]