the adventures of bow tie man and theladyrose

Are there any good ways of drying out socks and shoes quickly? There was this pouring rainstorm that created deep ponds around the drains this afternoon. I ran across the street through the JFK Ave. puddles to get an umbrella, got lunch, dashed across the six inches of sloshing semi-dirty water, and then ran to class. I might as well have jumped into a swimming pool fully clothed by the time I got to class; I had to go over to the bathroom sink to literally dump the water out of my socks and shoes. I spent almost the entire class barefoot in the air-conditioned room; apparently the maintenance crew refuses to turn off the AC during the summer. By the way, horosha, the Greek girl's name is Rosa, and she probably swore more about being soaked today than the rest of the class combined. Her profane vocabulary is quite astounding.

( And now, may I present to you the wonderous adventures of Bow Tie Man and theladyrose )

I still have to pack to go to NYC tomorrow, and I'm not coming back until Sunday afternoon. I'll get to see all of my relatives soon, though. Somehow I'm going to finish up my reading for my classes and look at two colleges along the way, so it looks like I won't be able to post until Sunday.

( And since I've been promising a picture... )

bloody fucking hell

I started rejoicing for London because of its winning the 2012 Summer Olympics bid, but as soon as I came into journalism I found out about the subway and bus bombings. I am praying for everyone who was hurt or killed and their families and hope that my friends across the pond are safe.

And Judith Miller is going to jail for not giving up on her sources; it's Robert Novak who revealed Valerie Plame's identity who ought to be imprisoned. Today struck a great blow to journalism. This issue is all about the politics.

This day sucks arse, and I have to get back to class now.