Final = fini! Glad to have that sucker in my rearview mirror. And somehow I squeezed an A out of both my research paper and presentation. Awesome! As long as I didn't bomb out on the final I might have pulled an A out in the class. Miraculous, I was in way over my head on this one. I originally thought it wouldn't be terribly difficult to get my PHD. That might still be true but it was clear to me that several of my classmates are operating at an elevated level. We'll see if I go down that road, it may be something I attempt after I've already begun teaching.
Mixed results on the poker front this weekend. I got annihilated at the local casino on Friday but then managed to win most of my money back in my poker league by climbing up to finish the season in 2nd place. Our grand finale tourney is coming in mid-January, with a very large prize pool, looks like the winner will score somewhere near a cool 1k.
A big congrats goes out to my boy Q, who completed his first ever marathon on Sunday. I'll post a link to his blog here. Never seen someone blog and run at the same time, well done sir! I have received e-mail from him so I know the kid's alive but that's as much as I can say in vouching for him.
Otherwise, just mourning the loss of my trusty boots who had been with me for the past 10 years. Maybe it's silly, but I loved those damn things. I was walking across campus last week as I crammed for my final and the sole literally came completely detached except for at the toe, where I had liquid-glued it last year when they first started to disintegrate. I walked a quarter-mile with the sole flopping all over the place. I sounded like a Clydesdale clomping my way through the library - nice! And now the process of breaking in my new boots has messed my foot up, has me limping around like a 90 year old. Ugh!
Song lyric of the day: "These boots are made for walking" Nancy Sinatra
Until next time.
Ace
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What is it with men and shoes??? This dr that I worked for...a dr...they make plenty of money....wore the oldest, rattiest, holey'est shoes I have ever seen!!!
"But I've had them since college!"...he had been outta school for 15 years!!!!
BUY ANOTHER PAIR!!!!
He had them taped up with duct tape!! How can a person respect the advice of a man wearing ratty shoes???
Thanks for the shout out yo.
I think if you take it to a shoe repair shop, they can repair them, make them better, faster, stronger, more explosive.
lol Nadine, I've owned two pairs of boots in my life, we've been through a lot together...
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