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So another ex filed his dissertation today.  That's two now. [1]  I know its not a race.  Though I also know that I'm terribly competitive (I may have inwardly gloated today when I got the last napkin from the dispenser today even though the old lady with the speech impediment was also reaching for it).  It more that I'm just irritated that they're both free and relaxed and loving life while I am right now holed up trying to figure out how to best articulate the way in which the introduction of non-Western music destabilized the notion of a universal aesthetic to the point where the individual experimental subject could no longer stand in for the ideal in psychophysical studies of sound sensation without making concrete causal claims.[2]

I was also just thinking that the word "hoarfrost" needs to be reintroduced into the lexicon, though I suppose it wouldn't come up so easily in a conversation in LA.  Get on it people!

Also, Yoga Action League is on!

[footnote 1] I'd like to point out that despite my stunning good looks, I am not a the strumpet of the UCLA History department.  Both of these wonderful men were in different programs, one all the way up at Cal even.  And, actually, except for the felon, [3] they are the only two people I've dated in the last seven years.

[footnote 2] Fun fact about my advisor: using the words "influence" and "cause" can actually make his head explode.  For the most part I agree with him that as historians we should take care not to impose causality on a situation for which we lack the evidence to do so (the smoking gun for my dissertation would be a diary entry reading: "so I was at Wagner's Das Rheingold today and it got me thinking about my psychophysical experiments in a new and different way.  In fact, it made me stop believing in universal truths.") but I would also contend that taking this care can often lead to, um, verbosity.

[footnote 3] Nested footnotes!  Fun!  Yeah, I'm not telling about the felon.