Chuckle to myself every time I hear the story about
Paige Arena–the new multi-million dollar basketball arena for the Mizzou-rah
Tigers. Casters on ESPN2–calling Gonzaga and Missouri hoops contest–just
recapped: 25 million dollars and naming rights from the parents of a 22-year old
co-ed at Southern Cal who–allegedly–doled out several thousand dollars over
three years for various academic "$upport." Notwithstanding that 25 million buys an
abundance of fog-iveness in middle Missouri–a low-lying region in the
dignity–objections to the naming of the facility prompted officials to switch to something more mundane, like Missouri Gym or Missouri Fieldhouse or whatever it’s called now.
Ph. and I picked up groceries at Price Chopper yesterday afternoon (D. and I
usually alternate weeks, but she covered throughout the busy stretch of the
semester; consequently, I’m on a pay-back streak). Now that we’ve returned
from a few days in Michigan–Detroit up to Isabella Co. and back–the cupboards
are bare. After dropping off
Super Size Me
at the movie rental place, we made our way through PC. PC patrons tend
to be pushy, determined, oblivious to others. It’s a busy place. The
trip is a mad, mad, dash and swerve–weave around the slow-movers and dodge
those carting more vigorously than we. And the checkout staff, usually
they’re ambivalent, slow, and uncareful with the sack-work. Bag of sugar
on the eggs, not that I complain. But yesterday’s checkout was the most
inspiring interaction I’ve ever experienced in my days as a grocery shopper.
Checker scanned the items, bagged them carefully (crushables, light stuff and so
on, appropriately together), and loaded the cart with the bags with more grace
and efficiency than anyone I’ve ever seen. Ninety bucks worth of stuff
(c’mon, we had nothing at all to eat at home), and this guy managed it all
without pause. A checkout lane performance like none before.
Then today, at the Salvation Army store, I lucked into an old Tower tripod
for just under five bucks. Came with a free bottle of Mountain Dew Pitch
Black. Feel guilty having such fortune. Only, what is Mountain Dew Pitch
Black, exactly? And what do I need a Tower tripod for, exactly?
Lately I’m busying myself with a course re-dev–a fancy-making and conversion
into eCollege. Was supposed to have a crack at it last summer, but old
U.’s schedule unraveled, and so I told them I’d get to it only after the
early-December furor. Means now. And I am getting to it–between
today and Monday. Also committing to plans for a section of WRT205 this
spring, pouring through possible combos of readings and assignments.
Loosen-tighten-loosen while down-time affords me that luxury. Snapped up a
Linksys router w/ wireless for our apartment the other day, too. The wired
access and wifi came together easily, but the file sharing required more
finesse. Firewalls were taking turns heading off CMD line pings, but
finally I got it going. It’ll be nice having added in-apt mobility.