A sort of harrowing day. Jason's esophagus keeps closing up, and he hasn't been able to keep any food down for a little more than twenty-four hours. He assures me that it's normal for him, but it makes me anxious. I hope he can eat tomorrow.
Despite that, we still managed to have coffee with Jee and Winston at a nice little Cobble Hill cafe. We sat in the outdoor section which was quite nice, despite the massive amounts of seed pods floating through the air, randomly landing on our clothes, our drinks, our food. The cafe had a fantastical selection of pastries, but I, uncharacteristically, opted for the potato leek soup instead. Jee had some quite nice looking madeleines, however. Winston launched into a story about a small sect of Proust scholars, infatuated with a description involving a spoon, coffee (or tea, I don't remember which), and madeleine crumbs.
I've never had a madeleine, myself. Certainly never one dunked in coffee. But someday I might.
Before coffee, Jason and I read pornography at Barnes and Noble (well, I read pornography. Jason read Robert Bly), got stuck in subway construction delays, and picked up my humongous NYCTF guidebook. Having a gigantic textbook to read makes me feel somewhat better about the teaching predicament I've placed myself. Theory and thick books always calm my nerves, make me feel (however untruely) that I'm a little more in control of the situation.
We'll see if that still holds true, come December.
Despite that, we still managed to have coffee with Jee and Winston at a nice little Cobble Hill cafe. We sat in the outdoor section which was quite nice, despite the massive amounts of seed pods floating through the air, randomly landing on our clothes, our drinks, our food. The cafe had a fantastical selection of pastries, but I, uncharacteristically, opted for the potato leek soup instead. Jee had some quite nice looking madeleines, however. Winston launched into a story about a small sect of Proust scholars, infatuated with a description involving a spoon, coffee (or tea, I don't remember which), and madeleine crumbs.
I've never had a madeleine, myself. Certainly never one dunked in coffee. But someday I might.
Before coffee, Jason and I read pornography at Barnes and Noble (well, I read pornography. Jason read Robert Bly), got stuck in subway construction delays, and picked up my humongous NYCTF guidebook. Having a gigantic textbook to read makes me feel somewhat better about the teaching predicament I've placed myself. Theory and thick books always calm my nerves, make me feel (however untruely) that I'm a little more in control of the situation.
We'll see if that still holds true, come December.
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