In simultaneous yet separate conversations with millerwolf and tracerj last night I finally realized what I want to be when I grow up: I want to catalyze strangeness in people. Now that I know my goal, I just have to figure a way to get paid for it.
Last week I got an invitation to a second commencement ceremony -- I'd been scheduled to go to one on Thursday (see the pants entry several days ago). I figured I should RSVP and accept, even though I don't much want to go, for about the same reason I'm going Thursday, that the department wants people to be seen in public and I want to do my bosses favors. But since I got my mail late I got the invitation after the RSVP deadline, so I sent them e-mail asking to tell me if I'd just missed it altogether.
They didn't, so today I called to ask if they'd reserved a chair (or whatever) for me, or if I was too late and that was that ... and the lady on the other end said oh, well, if I wanted to attend they'll be ready for me, just be there for 9:20 a.m. Whoops.
The ceremony tomorrow's to be presided over by S. R. Nathan, chancellor of the university and president of the Republic of Singapore. You have to figure being president of Singapore is kind of an easy gig; here -- where the ruling People's Action Party won 82 of the 84 seats last election, and has done about that for the last forty years -- there's not even the prospect of deciding who to ask to form a government. It's like being Lieutenant Governor without the heavy lifting of calling the governor every day to ask if he's dead.
I hope I remember to watch Central tonight and next Monday -- they're doing something about comic book superheroes. While the show is in a half-hour I give it about a 30 percent chance I forget today.
Trivia: Charlie Brown's umpire was named Mr. Martin. Source: Peanuts daily strip of August 3, 1982, reprinted (among other places) in Sarcasm Does Not Become You, Ma'am, Charles M. Schulz.
Currently Reading: Louis Pasteur, Patrice Debré.