If only he'd have let me smell his hair, or massage his sore elbow, or have 10,000 of his babies (not truly... make the effort as often as that, but only one, if any, would do). Sigh. I'm into a multi-decade crush. Crispin Hellion Glover: He's my density!
2 comments:
I love him too.
But I can't comment on your other blog, which is what I REALLY wanted to comment on. The 10 page paper for Hildy? I hope you are not referring to 518? The G.A. seminar? A 10 page paper every term for that class sounds hard core. We just had to show up and drink coffee - which seemed like such an achievement for us because it met early and we were overworked grad. students - and turn in a teaching portfolio at the end of the first quarter, which was just a notebook with sample syllabi and fun stories about stuff we did in class and how we liked teaching so so much and what fun we were having. And then we had to add to it the second term. I can't even remember what we had to do the third term. I think someone else taught it the third term. Has that class gotten all serious or is this for another class? Oh grad school.
Finally.
Did you ask him if his cat could really eat a whole watermelon?
xoxo
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