...the University of Waterloo sent me a note of congratulations and an alumni calendar. Very nice. To celebrate, H and I went to The Orange Toad for coffee and cake. Ten years! Wow. That means it's been ten years since I left nursing. I finished up my degree while still working as a nurse: a day-night rotation, 12-hour shifts. I was a prolific painter at the time as well. I was writing, too, like I always have, but I didn't pursue publication for a ten year stretch. There just wasn't time to do everything. I must say Waterloo's distance education program was awesome. On days off we'd go out to our wilderness cabin on Precipice Lake (we've since sold it). There I'd sit on the deck and listen to taped lectures and loons at the same time. A rather aggressive red squirrel would chatter at me constantly. Clearly it had no use for English. It would sit in the trees above, chew off cones and let them fall. I swear it was aiming for my head. That squirrel was the only real distraction. I studied the work of many an author on that deck. That's where I fell in love with Hopkins.
I'm currently reading Rilke on Love and Other Difficulties. Next up is Rilke's Book of Hours.
The future of science...is art? To answer our most fundamental questions, science needs to find a place for the arts. From what I've heard, much is being done on this front, but, going by this article, not nearly enough. When I read this I immediately thought of Mari-Lou Rowley, a totally science savvy poet. No doubt she could speak to this.
UPDATE: Here's what Zach Wells has to say on this.
My pop culture education continues. The other day, to my great delight, Batman arrived. Not from Amazon, but from my pop culture mentor who, like a true superhero, fearlessly embarked on an epic rescue-Brenda-from-her-massive-pop-culture-gap mission. I'll watch it on Friday. Friday night is now movie night in the Schmidt house. It's kind of like going to class. Only the chairs are more comfortable. And there's popcorn.