Chill time

I think it's going to be a good semester. History of the Book is chock full of interesting facts but ultimately a low-stress class, and Organization of Knowledge in Libraries (aka Cataloging) looks like it's about 50% what I already know thanks to my former job in Modern Greek.

Speaking of which, it turns out that once again the Greek book funds are going unspent, so I'll be helping with cataloging again starting next Friday! I'm pretty happy at this turn of events, which not only means more money in my paycheck but extra experience for the old resume, as well as some real-life praxis to supplement the theory I'll be learning in the classroom this term.

So I celebrated today by pretty much doing nothing and basking in the relative (to last semester!) slack, and it felt great. I had lunch with an old friend at Penang, an excellent Malaysian restaurant whose Harvard Square outpost is a lot easier to get to for lunch than its original Chinatown location. Seven bucks bought me soup, a plate of beef rendang - which is the Southeast Asian equivalent of chile - and a plateful of coconut rice and chopped salad with two fried spring rolls on the side. Not too shabby!

Then I stopped by Million Year Picnic to see if Astonishing X-Men #8 was out yet. It wasn't, but they did have a copy of Red Son, the Superman graphic novel that imagines what might have happened had the Kryptonian refugee landed in rural Ukraine instead of Smallville, U.S.A. Ever since I'd read a review of it on Ain't It Cool News I've been on the prowl for it, so needless to say I had to snap it up when I saw it on the shelf. I've only read the first twenty pages or so, but it's good stuff, with splendid artwork that echoes Soviet propaganda posters of old and a bunch of familiar faces from Superman mythos that have been reimagined to suit this parallel universe.

And now I'm just riding out the Friday evening shift here at the Circ Desk. My weekend is looking just about as stress-free as my week has been, and then there's the Super Bowl to watch and enjoy on Sunday night (though thanks to my schedule here I'll miss the first half on T.V.). Since I won't be around to cook the customary Super Bowl meal of my very own nachos, I think we might be celebrating Super Bowl Sunday on Saturday. I guess we can watch Cops while we chow down and hope for victory...