Woopsies

So I am failing at blogging.

I know I am. I am busy, busy even for me. So busy in fact I think I have lost it.
I promise little blog, I will come back to you soon. Very soon. Maybe this weekend, between writing about research, Colonists and their theologies, Saints and the reformation, and ... ... oh yeah churches in Milwaukee.

Funny how you find a niche in something with out even trying. Thankfully it's not those Quakers anymore.

I love the fact that I am getting paid to do something I love. Don't tell anyone but I would sit in archives and organize a spreadsheet for free. There is something in the restorative power of research. (Yes, that is the dorkiest thing I have said this week) It's a form of therapy for me to sit and dig and research. I am so lucky to have an opportunity like this.

I'm off to New York!
Back home for the weekend! I've scheduled a visit to the New York Public Library archives and, for my own personal enjoyment, I'm going to hunt down the Chester A. Arthur house and visit some churches. I can't wait!

What I did over summer vacation.

That was me yesterday. You can ask anyone who saw me. I am so excited to go back to school. Mostly because this summer was a disaster.

What did I do over my summer vacation?

Nothing.

At least I perceive it as nothing. I feel like I didn't get anything productive done. I wanted to write, I wanted to read a dozen books, I wanted to do everything. I took the summer semester off to relax and live a little. I lived a lot. I went to the beach, I had parties, I read books that had nothing to do with school. I did not however relax.

I learned something this summer, I need structure. I need deadlines. I need to be graded. I feel like Lisa Simpson. When I finally realized that the funk I had been in most of the summer was due to lack of homework, I started counting down to the first day of school. It's day two and I have a list of things to get done already. I am excited and oddly relaxed. What am I going to do when I graduate?



The summer wasn't a total wash. I signed up for a second major, Religious Studies. While I didn't write a lot, I certainly read plenty. I prepped for this semester, so hopefully it won't be so hectic. I managed to secure a research position on an amazing project. I think that's it, still not to shabby for being on "vacation."

Lesson learned, I will never take the summer off again.

My laptop es morte!!

Last November I was in a car crash, we were coming home from a Mexican restaurant when I was t boned by a cab. Fortunately everyone was ok. The biggest loss in the accident was my left over burrito that had been sitting on top of the dashboard. When the airbags went off, the burrito hit the dash and exploded. My response- "nooooooo!!! El burrito es morte!"
Because of this, when something stops working in the house, the response is _____ es morte!!!

A few days ago I came home from work and fired up my laptop to send over my finally revised undergrad research application. As I was backing it up to my Dropbox my laptop froze. I restarted and it wouldn't fire back up. Oh no!! I tried for an hour before I packed up and ran to the Apple store to find out if it could be fixed. Sadly, my hard drive died. I had accidentally dropped it the day before and killed it. Es morte! Not only is there a whole ton of research for my thesis in there, but also all of my pictures and a ton of other files that I might not need right away but I will soon. The worst part is the cost. It's going to cost me a ton to get the hard drive restored much less a new computer. Ugh! Thankfully I have the iPad to get me by for awhile. It's a great band aid for the problem but I can't print or download files to a flash drive, I can't upload pictures, and there's no flash player. It's an amazing little piece of technology but it's just not a computer.

Lesson learned. Back up everything to the cloud! Everything! As a matter of fact I am going to reconfigure my iPad now to auto save to iCloud. Right now!!

I haven't done a lot of writing, but I have done a lot of reading. 

Whenever I meet with the Professor that is working with me on my Senior Thesis, I leave both terrified and confident. He assures me I will be a better writer, yet I have no clue how I am ever going to do this.