Wanderlust

I just bought this on Etsy today and I can’t wait for it to arrive in the mail. I love brass and silver things.

Since becoming well again after a few days in bed, and after basically being sick this entire semester, and despite my recently acquired stress [bald] spot (sigh), I’m feeling pretty good. This is going to be a good summer.

The end is near

I can’t wait for the semester to end so that I can regain my health…and my hair!

Is it over yet?

I feel pretty good in general, but…

I really, really can’t wait for this semester to end. It started lousy, progressed sluggishly, and I believe it will end with a dull *plod*. Honestly, I didn’t accomplish some things I wanted to—the motivation just wasn’t there. So I’m looking forward to the summer with lots of baking, sun, music and lazying about (and getting my academic shit together, in terms of reading and research), and will hopefully start the fall semester on the right foot. Yeh.

Key plunking

So classes have begun and it feels nice to have this added structure to my life now, though I know in several weeks I’ll feel differently when deadlines are upon me. But for now, I like it.

Also, more excitingly, I’ve finally signed myself up for some piano lessons which I will be taking every Thursday Wednesday night. My instructor’s house is just a hop and a skip from my work. I can’t wait!

Out of touch

So I feel that for the past, oh, several months, I haven’t really been actively thinking about graduate school and my research interests. Sure, I’ve thought about them, but I haven’t done much by way of research and talking to professors. And since graduating and not really being part of an academic community any longer, I feel really out of touch with Anthropology right now—I don’t really know what’s going on, what people are writing about or researching. My fault, entirely, for not keeping up.

Reading an article in the paper today about the tainted milk that had come out of China, and about the current favoritism Chinese officials show towards producers rather than consumers—valuing profit and efficiency over quality—it reminded me of my earlier concerns about Vietnam’s roaring economy and how these rapid economic and technological changes are effecting Vietnamese society—not just in the cities, but in rural parts of Vietnam, as well. Fearing that Vietnamese companies, too, wouldn’t think twice about producing shoddy, harmful products and devastate local, finite environmental resources for economic gain.

I have a lot to think about, but this is a start.

Once again

I’ve been kicking around the idea of moving back to Canada, again. Not that I had completely shut the book on the idea before, but for the last several months I haven’t really actively thought about it or pursued it.

So I decided that I will apply to some schools in Canada in the fall (in addition to the few around here) and wait and see how things unfold. It’s a bit unnerving not having definite plans for the future, but all together exciting.