Corn beef & Cabbage

He is hovering.

So today I had corn beef & cabbage for the first time since I was a kid and threw up the corn beef & cabbage that my parents made me eat way back when. Corn beef is a rather ugly color especially because it is supposed to be beef. Cabbage is also somewhat gross when you're a kid and think that what you're eating are the remnants of your Cabbage Patch. My mom tells me that I love cabbage--as cole slaw is a cabbage product that I happen to love--but cooked cabbage is not cole slaw. Mayonaise and cooked cabbage would taste gross.

So good times. And it was a good morning today too since when I realized that I got some real email--not the stuff from the solicitors. (And Jon, who maybe writes a sentence to caption what link he's sending me now.) And so the real email was most awesome news from Pam about getting into Harvard grad. (I feel so old. Grad school seemed a far way off.)

And so my thesis is officially 1/4 done. I got the history fluff background, now I need to process the definition of picture books, postmodern picture books, and metafiction as devices used in postmodern picture books, and a stunning conclusion that will explain why children's literature uses metafictive devices in their postmodern picture books--whether it be influence or because it's trendy among young hip artists to do these things.

Speaking of young hip artists I met David Stein (I'm pretty sure that's his name) who is rather adorable. He reminds me a bit of Luis Rodriguez though in the appearance and demeanor, but I'm sure if I said hi to him on the street he'd not look at me as if I were a meaty dumpling (in the sense that it's meat and Luis is a vegetarian and dumplings are inanimate). And so David is the illustrator/author Pratt student who is publishing Cowboy Ned & Andy in the near future. It's a real lovable book. I'm really excited about the books Paula and David (the editor one) are working on.

Oh, right. And I'm on break. This is the last spring break I will ever have, which is fine with me because spring break always seemed misnamed. It's neither springy nor provides much of a break from the hurdles of college. I'm not if I mentioned it before but these past four years have seemed like ridiculous hurdles of nonsense just to end up jobless in the end. Just like Lear and Carroll am I with this nonsense. While their book had no morals and were written for their entertainment value, so is my college career. Can it be that this is the culmination of what seemed like so many pointless days of memorization and writing papers for numerical ranks on a 4.0 scale? It seems like such an Olympic feat--bear with me--because these kids dedicate a good portion of their life during the time when many things are rather surreal to their sport. Only 3 make the cut ultimately for every category based on arbitrary judges. That's much like graduating without a job. Only the lucky few will graduate the top and the metaphor extends to the few who are set with school or a job after this graduation business was through.

Tsk. Tsk.