I’ve watched two Woody Allen movies over the weekend, Hannah and Her Sisters and Another Woman. Is it really true that talented women in the humanities are immediately courted by male professors once they come into their view? In which case, why do I still not have any old male professor at my heels? Heh heh, just kidding. But you have to admit that a lot of women in Woody Allen’s movies have affairs or fall in love with their professors. I actually like old men. I don’t know why I always end up dating guys either my age or younger.
I’m kind of tense these days. I think it’s because the semester’s starting, and I’m a little concerned about a new professor who I have to court onto my committee. I’ll be sitting in on his class, but it’s not that which makes me a bit nervous. It’s more that I’d be evaluated based on my performance in that class. Which means that I’ll have to do all the readings with extra care and be alert for most of the time. It’s pressure, although it’s the kind of pressure I’ve been handling all along.
I’m also slightly dumbfounded by my date. We’ve been dating for about three months now, not including the two-month hiatus in between, and I still feel distant from him when I’m not with him. Is this a bad sign? It probably is, right?
There was a free concert at the World Cafe last night, Courtney Fairchild’s album release party. I went with A.
It was fun overall, although the opening was really lame. Coco Fusco’s performing at the Live Arts in a couple of weeks, and I’m planning to go with a few friends. Should be fun . . . These are the moments I’m glad that I live in Philadelphia.
