In this great video, a professor at Nanyang Tech in Singapore reads aloud comments from past student evaluations. Consensus: The moustachioed bald engineering professor is hot (and talks too fast).*
New favorite edibles from today’s farmers’ market: pumpkin bread from LA Bread, and the sublime Asian Pear Cinnamon Jam from Ha’s Apple Farm. I can’t wait to try the two together.
This product looks like it might finally provide a good way to brown-bag a salad for lunch.
More homework from my picture-book class! Last week after class I sat in the library and wrote an entry about it, but had to leave before I could finish it. It’s now finished and posted.
Here’s a sketch I made during the evening, illustrating a line from a beautiful 1920s French poem:
And here’s the homework I did for that day. The assignment was to sketch some scenes from our childhood, particularly scenes from school. You’ll need to click and enlarge the photo.
Last night I attended the Historic Dance Ball on campus with Bright and her boyfriend Mauricio.
It was so much fun. We learned to foxtrot, turkey trot, “animal” dance, and tango. At first, as there were more girls than guys, I was forced to endure the confusion of alternating between male and female roles with various female partners. (Result: I can’t remember how to do the first few dances in either role.) But by the end, as people withdrew laughing and breathless to the sidelines, the numbers evened out, and I got to tango with some lovely (male!) partners.
My feet feel the desire to dance still; I am reminded of my freshman Latin American Music class and the vow I made at the time that I would someday learn to tango properly. Bright, you and I will have to go and get some good dancing heels!
Photos of the ladies:
I rather like how this one turned out.
And me, in a dress I bought yesterday morning from the Vintage Fashion Expo.
Needless to say Erik didn’t go. Sigh — but we’ll make a dancer of him yet. I hope.
I had a funny thought before the ball. There I was, on my way to a fancy-dress ball, made up and high-heeled, wearing a gorgeous black beaded 1920s cocktail dress, driving a minivan, running late but forced to drive slowly because my dinner was sitting next to me on the seat — Chinese vermicelli with Napa cabbage and dried shrimp — and I would take big slurps of it at every red light. I thought: what a mishmash. Welcome to my life.
*From the comments on Youtube I believe this is the professor.
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]