I’m still here, but I’m asking for your help!

It has been a busy couple of days as I re-work my entire resumé.

Friday’s post sent me into a flurry of wedding planning and whatnot, which involved making decisions and simultaneously releasing my tight-as-can-be grip on the reins of things. I got the go-ahead from Ashley and Tina to start blogging at the site, so I’ll have that up in the next few days.

So stay tuned!

In the mean time, I’m trying to come up with a witty tagline for Wedding Victory Tour. If you guys have any creative suggestions, let me know in the comments!

Some updates.

I have a German quiz tomorrow, and in a few minutes, I am going to force myself to study for it. I thought that taking an introductory language class would be super-fun in my last semester of grad school. So far, it sucks, and I hate (HATE!) everything about my flimsy, unbound, “communicative-approach” textbook.

It was very cold today, like 3 degrees Fahrenheit (with a windchill of -11) when I woke up. I haven’t been running much these days, which should come as no surprise to anyone at all. Instead, I’ve been doing the Insanity workouts, which in case you’ve been living under a rock, are high-intensity cardio and plyometric drills. It definitely beats freezing my face off and slogging through winter miles that I don’t want to run. When I’m not lying in a puddle of my own sweat, I like to make up personalities, backstories, and imagined drama for each of the participants in the video.

In addition to German, I’m taking a class about using online media to teach language classes. As far as I can tell, the professor has designed it so that we get a good introduction to all his favorite online geekery, including Second Life. This is like a more advanced version of The Sims (which I never played), where you create an avatar and wander around in virtual worlds. So far, we’ve been learning to walk around, change our appearance, and buy stuff in SecondLife (so basically, goofing around as assigned by the professor). I tried to start the class with an open mind, but every time I have to log into the program, I find something new that I hate about SecondLife.  For example, on the first day of class, I somehow became a robot wearing a pirate dress with a lightbulb for a head. I also find it problematic that in SecondLife–unlike in First Life–you can’t default on your home mortgage payments, there is no overpopulation, and no one poops. Fiancé-friend is endlessly amused by my tales of failing miserably in the virtual realm, so perhaps I will share some of them with you later.

One of my goals this semester is to learn how to make good scones. I’ve never made them before, and I think it’s high time that I learned. I like the idea of having a leisurely weekend breakfast with tea and scones, topped with jam and butter. In this breakfast fantasy, I will also be stylish and in control of my life (in a non-neurotic way), and I will have studied for this horrible German quiz.

Kya took this cute picture of me and her dog Oscar on Friday. It’s one of the only photos of myself that I actually like recently, and this is my blog, so I will put it here. The end.

Mica & Oscar

Now, die Hose, der Hut, die das Kleid, der Rock….

 

Rant: You are not a better language-learner.

So let me tell you about something that annoys me in language classes.

Language skills are a good example of Bourdieu’s notion of cultural capital, or “non-financial social assets that promote social mobility beyond economic means.” Many people assume that fluency in another language is indicative of high intelligence, much like being good at math is basically synonymous with genius. Knowing another language certainly helps you get into better colleges and, as I’ve been told, is an asset on the job market.

These days, however, colleges have students learn a foreign language as part of the core requirements, so it’s not that impressive anymore. Even “traditional” western languages like French and Spanish seem passé next to “hip,” difficult languages like Japanese and Arabic. Studying a language isn’t enough anymore. There has to be something else to increase your amount of cultural capital.

In every language class I’ve taken, there is that one student who wrongly assumes that knowing some slang magically equates to thousands and thousands of language-dollars. By immediately displaying this “cultural capital,” the student basically says, “Look at how great I am! I know stuff that isn’t in the textbook–I’m more like a real native speaker than the rest of you dolts.”

More often than not, this display of self-congratulation is prefaced by saying, “I have a [boy]friend who is [from the country where the target language is spoken]. He told me that no one says [whatever stilted expression you just learned]. He and his friends always use [some slang expression]. Sometimes, this is followed-up by a humble-brag, like “I was just wondering what the difference is.”

This bothers me for two reasons:

First, people take language classes to learn the target language. Logically, this means that they will not sound like a native speaker right away–if ever. Stiff, formal greetings will usually serve them well when meeting native speakers. “Hello” is far, far more useful in a non-native speaker’s English vocabulary than “Sup?” It is also very likely that the student’s accent will forever mark him/her as a non-native speaker, so native speakers will make an allowance for somewhat awkward expressions and will even expect them. For example, can you imagine someone with a thick Chinese accent saying, “Hey, man! What is going on?” without contractions and with heavy accentuation of each syllable? Yeah, fail.

Second, WOW! Whoop dee-freakin’-doo! I am so impressed that you know a real, live native speaker…in the flesh! Oh, wait, I’m not. Whenever someone brings up his/her native speaker friend or significant other in introductory language classes, I just think to myself, “Why don’t you just study with your friend then and leave us alone?” I really don’t give a crap about my classmate’s exposure to a real native speaker, and since the rest of the class doesn’t have access to this resource, it’s a huge waste of time to mention it over and over and over again. This is not private one-on-one tutoring with the class instructor, so just shut your mouth and learn the regular expressions like everyone else.

This rant was perhaps prompted by an obnoxious undergrad (“that student”) in my class who thinks s/he is the best language-learner of all time. Since I am greatly motivated by spite, I plan to be the dark-horse and break his/her spirit around mid-semester.

Fiancé-friend and I have discussed this numerous times, but maybe we live in our own cynical world. Does/did this annoy you in language classes?

The magic of Scotch tape and other things

In an after Christmas sale, I bought some quirky brogues from my all-time favorite clothing company, Boden. I don’t much care for fashion (Must work on this!), but I like 99% of the things I see in the Boden catalogue, so a pair of man-shoes seemed just the ticket to step into my final semester.

Unfortunately, the leather was kind of stiff, so I got blisters on both feet. I realized this in my office after teaching. Since I didn’t want to continue clomping around with raw skin, I went a-huntin’ for a Band-Aid, but none were to be found in my building. The next best solution?

Scotch tape. I taped up my blisters and went blissfully to my first class period of German101.

Other things: I listened to the Les Misérables original London cast recording on the bus and teared up when Jean Valjean sings to the dying Fantine. Then to cover myself, I pretend to yawn.

I also sent an request for more information to a British boarding school advertising a position for an ESL teacher. Just for kicks.

 

Last Richmond Day

Chihuly exhibit with Mom & Steve:

Chihuly Persian Ceiling

Tina’s Birthday Dinner at the Roosevelt.

Birthday Dinner @ The Roosevelt

Packing to go back to Illinois.

Bodger by suitcase

Phew, it has been a great trip to Richmond!After two and a half weeks of popping in and out of places and a busy schedule, I’m looking forward to getting back to my own apartment, organized the way I like. Not looking forward to school so much though. Oh well, it’s the last semester.

Fiancé-friend and I were saying that the next time we’re in Richmond (in May), we will be graduated, getting married and planning WVT, and we’ll [fingers crossed] have jobs to start soon. Wowowow. It’ll be a big few months coming up.

Corn Pudding is the best!

One of my all-time favorite holiday dishes was my grandmother’s corn pudding. I’ve spoken to several friends with southern origins, and there seems to be some confusion over what I mean by “pudding.” What I’m describing is the soft, egg-y custard with corn, baked until golden on top–no cheese! I remember shoveling this into my mouth with reckless abandon on many holidays.

Corn pudding

Unfortunately, corn pudding and I lost touch over the years, and after my grandmother died, I thought there was no hope of recreating it.

Wrong. Corn pudding is, like, the easiest thing to make ever. This year, my mom and I recreated this family favorite to great results: empty serving dishes and rave reviews both times.

So here, you go, corn pudding for your next holiday gathering.

Corn Pudding
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Ingredients
  • 5 eggs
  • ⅓ cup butter, melted
  • ¼ cup white sugar
  • ½ cup milk
  • 4 tablespoons cornstarch
  • 1 (15.25 ounce) can whole kernel corn
  • 2 (14.75 ounce) cans cream-style corn
  • ½ teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg
  • ½ teaspoon cinnamon

Instructions
  1. Preheat oven to 400 Degrees F (200 degrees C). Grease a 2 quart casserole dish.
  2. In a large bowl, lightly beat eggs. Add melted butter, sugar, and milk. Whisk in cornstarch. Stir in corn and creamed corn, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Blend well. Pour mixture into prepared casserole dish.
  3. Bake for 1 hour.

By the waay, Fiancé-friend hates canned corn and refuses to eat this. Everyone else knows good eatin’ when they see it.

 

Homemade Christmas

As you may remember, I tried to reduce my consumption this Christmas by making “no gift!” agreements with friends and family. (Cousin Rachel and I took ourselves out to lunch today. Happy Holidays!) I am happy to report that I went the entire season without setting foot in a large mall, shopping center, Target, or Barnes and Noble. Hooray!

For the gifts I did give, I made a lot of consumable and usable items.

I highly recommend giving tins of these keylime cookies to your loved ones. They are easy to bake and keep well. Recipients tell me that they have a very good lime-y flavour. [British -u- just for kicks.]

Key lime cookies

I also made a large batch of these intense chocolate-chocolate chunk cookies. If I still left out cookies for Santa (instead of eating them myself), I think they would be a welcome change from the traditional chocolate chip cookies and over-rolled cut-out sugar cookies.

Chocolate chocolate-chunk cookies

I knitted several cotton dishcloths and gave them in bundles of three, tied with pretty ribbon. These were so cute that I didn’t even bother to wrap them, which meant that I didn’t have to use wrapping paper.

Knitted dishcloths

All in all, a very successful holiday! I think I’ll start making things even earlier next year so that I’m not knitting down to the wire. Ah, ambition….

Merry Christmas!

Neville, Bodger, Gryphon

Baking Day…

Merry Christmas, dearest readers! I hope that you have a wonderful December 25th, full of love and laughter (and cake!).

After a busy and delightful Christmas Eve, all I want to do is this:

Sleepy Bodger[Though I may go downstairs and shake the box from Fiancé-friend under the tree.]

Richmond Update

Hair mustache

Do you like my holiday mustache?

Well, Fiancé-friend made it back to Richmond yesterday. It was a harrowing experience–two thunderstorms, in December, no less!

Since getting home, I’ve been:

  • running errands with mom
  • going to lunch with parents
  • enjoying the lovely running weather
  • knitting gifts with furious enthusiasm
  • drinking lots of water
  • eating lots of food
  • making plans
  • reading a book about a zombie apocalypse on my Kindle.

And tomorrow, I shall get my eyebrows waxed because goodness knows, if the world is going to end, I better have depilated myself as much as possible.

Have you done your Christmas shopping yet? I still have last minute things to knit and bake. And, oh, so much wrapping.