Well that was a busy couple of days. After I left Maryland on Friday I went to work for six or seven hours, went home, and continued studying for the GRE. I got a brisk six hour nap, got up, and started studying for the GRE again. Then, from 1:30pm to around 5pm I faced the GRE monster. More on that below. Afterwards, Irene and I saw a movie called The Savages--which, incidentally, I highly recommend--and then called it a night. Sunday was all errands, including going back to the office to pick up all my stuff, Monday was a morning in the office and then a trip to New York for New Year's Eve, Tuesday was recovering from New Years Eve, Wednesday was a horrid back on the Fung Wah, and today is ... today.
How lucky I am to live such an eventful life. I could write a post on any of the sentences above. My guess would be that you're most interested in is the GRE.
My feel about the GRE is that I did well enough, and could have done better with more than two or three days preparation, but not well enough to tell you my actual score (which you find out immediately after the test). Suffice it to say, I did better on the verbal section than the math section, and perhaps best of all on the essay section. The test itself was surprisingly brief and I thought the way the time was apportioned was odd. The test started with essays of 45 minutes and 30 minutes and then moves on to either a 30 minute verbal section and a 38 minute math section with one experimental section thrown into the mix. And that's it. It might be less surprising if the essays weren't generally understood to be worthless. So why spend half the test on them? Why not. This is a standardized test: logical consistency is for the questions, not for the layout.
The trip back was eight hours and included a broken down bus. That's what Irene and I get for taking the Fung Wah. I'd be more bummed, but the Iowa Caucuses are turning out to be pretty interesting.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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Yes, I should think Irene'd be pretty happy about the Iowa caucus results; let's see how OB fares in New Hampshire. I still think Bloomberg is poised to make a run.
Since you may be running for president some day yourself, I wanted to let you know how supportive I am of commercial surrogacy in Anand, India. In what seems to me to be a win/win situation, women who serve as surrogates earn more than many would make in 15 years. Dr. Nayna Patel, the woman behind Anand's baby boom defends her work as meaningful for everyone involved." In addition to earning healthy wages, surrogates are educated and well-cared for by teams of maids, nurses and doctors during their pregnancy. My heart goes out to couples who cannot conceive a child and also to women who cannot earn a decent wage. One of my graduate students spoke of the situation in her country where young women marry even though such marriages almost always result in physical and mental abuse. Her proposal for her recommendation resport was to build a sanctuary for married women who are abused by their husbands by custom.
It's Dad's and my wedding anniversary today, 34 years. Looking up marriage in Barlett's yields some discouraging quotes: "a necessary evil," "noose," "and hanging go by destiny," etc. Well, we have been very lucky, because of you and Amy and because we have grown with each other blending our diversity as a vine climbs a tree. Although our differences are more apparent than our similarities, I think that we are more the same than different.
Speaking of broken buses, I remember when Mom and Dad were bused out of Hilton Head as part of an evacuation of the old and sicky on a decrepit, nonair-conditioned bus, heading out 278 - the only exit from the island - outrageous! Good bus/bad bus.
On this anniversary day, I'm taking my course packet down to Towson and picking up a sympathy card for a friend whose mother just died; her father died earlier in the year. Yesterday when I was perusing the anniversary cards at Target, I spoke with a young woman selecting a card for her husband of four years - she was eight months pregnant - Birth, marriage, death - an intricate circle of intimacy within a two days' span.
I'm off for my new run with my new shoes!
Congratulations on 34 Happy Years!
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