I didn’t really understand the story we read in Reading Club today, but it seems neither did the other girl who was there, and Spanish is her first language (though admittedly she’s probably 6 or 7 years younger than me) so that made me feel a bit better. After some more reading (this time in English) and a nap, I completed my application to a research position at the International Crisis Group, which included a link to this blog, so now I have to write extra well for the next couple of days in case they decide to drop by (if you’re reading this and you work at the ICG, hello! I’d be a really good intern, I swear. The past week of posts are mostly about my visit to Mexico City, but if you go back roughly two weeks, there are some book reviews and cultural analysis as well). The application also requested a writing sample, which led me down to reread a bunch of my old college essays. The one that I submitted was about the development of international war crimes courts (a topic which is probably too niche to be of interest to most of the people who read this blog), but I encountered some other essays that I might rework and publish here. An essay on the history of the word “fuck” was particularly fun, and still mostly holds up, despite the fact that I wrote it almost five years ago.
I’ve also stepped up my scramble egg game this week (it’s really the only food that I cook) after being informed that letting the pan heat up before you add the eggs actually keeps them from sticking. This absolute game-changer inspired me to get fancy with it, and today I added tomato and an onion too. I might even try adding an avocado tomorrow, if it’s ripe by then.
I’m going to cut it short because I have about thirty more pages left in my book (the afterward to a collection of essays, speeches, and interviews by the philosopher/historian Michel Foucault) and I’d like to finish tonight. Expect a review sometime this week, though God only knows how I’ll summarize Foucault. We’ll cross that bridge later.
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