(from the child that books built) and, i know now that nohrnberg does like his new chair. *beam*
i am rather excited that peter brooks is going to give a talk here tomorrow afternoon, and very impressed that he is going to be teaching here next year. people seem to be moving out from yale, lately. just a few weeks ago von sent me an article from the harvard crimson, about professor
sniping from yale, which includes the news that peter nohrnberg will be teaching at harvard this coming fall. i feel rather sorry to be out of the action next year, and almost wish i had applied to the b.a./m.a. program, just to stay on for an extra year. james sofka, the dean for echols scholars, wrote today, asking 4th years to write "blurbs" for the alumni section of the echols website about post-graduation plans, so i wrote about the translation diploma course, which hopefully will be open for enrollment when i get home, although if the diploma isn't offered next year i shall see if i can work on my own towards institute of linguists certification. this is unlikely though, without proper training and experience - the passing rate last year was less than 20% for english-chinese and somewhat lower for the other. the examination is not bilateral and i wonder which i'd be better off taking - chinese into english might be easier for me, just because i write better in english. i wish someone would hire me as an au pair, although von would say i lack the prerequisites of being tall, blonde and swiss, so it won't work out. francis spufford had a lovely danish one.
she had been reading me the chapter in winnie the pooh where pooh and piglet go round and round the spinney in the snow, trying to catch the woozle. "let's go and find piglet," she said. the keele woods were under snow as well, that day. the snow was deep and powdery on the paths, and the trees were smoothed, white masses bowed under the weight of winter, like melted candles. we passed through a zone of little fir trees near the bottom of the steps down into the woods, leaving behind a trail of big footprints and a trail of little ones. and there, perched on the hollow stump of an oak, was piglet, wearing a small red scarf exactly as in the pictures. the soft toy versions of the disney characters didn't exist yet. she had sewn him herself from gray and white cotton ticking. it was wonderful.
listening to qi yu's gan lan shu (olive tree) which lyrics i am very fond of. and i read, on the latest mail from student council, that uts is introducing a new bus route that will serve route 29, and could i have done with that in my other years! not much good to me now, with 5 weeks of school left! but it would be a massive improvement for the carless. i'm sorry to be leaving so soon.