Yesterday I joined the legions of wannabe hipsters who parade around with moleskin notebooks. I’m a huge fan of The Diary of a Provincial Lady series (by E.M. Delafield) — books that present the story, in the form of diary observations laced with endearing witticisms, of a provincial English woman who travels to prominent places promoting her book, but remains, remarkably, the same charming mother and wife uncorrupted by any feelings of pompous superiority despite her new-found literary fame — and happen to be one of those weird people who make lists for everything, so I’ve begun by dedicating a different ongoing list for each page. Here are several lists I’ve begun so far:
1. Peculiar observations:
- First entry: Wednesday, June 15, 2011: Discover that roommate is afraid of semicolons, colons and dashes. (She balked at the idea of inserting a semicolon to correct a comma splice in her graduate school personal statement, noting that “A semicolon is worse than a colon!”)
- Second entry: (Circa April 2011) Vietnamese roommate of nearly a year finally discovers that I, too, am Vietnamese (if only a quarter).
3. Accomplishment of the Day:
- Monday, June 20: Got brownie points in biochem for knowing the author of Stuart Little (E.B. White). Classmates evidently jealous.
2. Notable quotes (or ones that make me laugh).
- First entry: “There are three types of lies: lies, damn lies, and statistics.”
This is a Christmas card my brother Tony made me in December. It is completely irrelevant to the content of this blog post, but I think it’s cute.
(Originally posted June 21, 2011)