{"id":662,"date":"2004-05-27T23:58:00","date_gmt":"2004-05-28T04:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=662"},"modified":"2004-05-27T23:58:00","modified_gmt":"2004-05-28T04:58:00","slug":"662","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=662","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I despise and loathe the dryer in the apartment complex&#8217;s laundry building.  Granted, I&#8217;m drying colors, but I don&#8217;t even have a pair of jeans in there for once and it&#8217;s taking <i>three cycles<\/i> to get it all dry, whereas its facing companion finished the whites in just one load.  That, if you ask me, is some serious dryer underachievement.  I think it&#8217;s about time to start browsing the want-ads for used washer\/dryer sets.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s relentlessly humid.  After the evening is through it&#8217;s not terribly warm outside, but the air is so laden with moisture that the sweat just stands on your skin after the slightest bit of exertion.  Thank goodness for A\/C.<\/p>\n<p>Driving down to Gainesville, Florida, tomorrow for my cousin Justine&#8217;s wedding on Sunday.  They&#8217;re apparently having some sort of extended family social\/cookout-type thing on Saturday, and as we&#8217;re going to miss the rehearsal dinner tomorrow evening, our presence would be required at the cookout.  Shouldn&#8217;t be too bad, although encounters with my mother&#8217;s side of my extended family inevitably tend to leave a stale taste in my mind.  It&#8217;s the perennially overachieving side of the family.  The older of my two cousins, Jessica, was married last summer.  She has a doctorate in medieval English or some such from Harvard, studied in Oxford, Cambridge, the whole lot, taught at UCLA for a number of years, and is now teaching at Yale with her husband, another English professor.  Her new father-in-law&#8217;s idea of a toast at the wedding was to express his pride in all his children equally through reciting their accomplishments.  It sounded like a sweet gesture at the time, and Jessica&#8217;s husband&#8217;s family certainly aren&#8217;t sub-par on the achievement scale either, but it retrospect it&#8217;s hard not to interpret the magnitude of the father&#8217;s admiration as a sort of sum total of his children&#8217;s accomplishments in the world to date.  And that&#8217;s the sort of milieu I&#8217;m headed for tomorrow.  I have a feeling it wouldn&#8217;t matter much if I were completely miserable with my life as long as I were making headway in the world.  I&#8217;ll tell them about my second job designing the aircraft seat, and the pleasant variety inherent in the graphic design gig at UNC, and they&#8217;ll smile approvingly, without any attempt at inquiry as to whether it&#8217;s <i>where I&#8217;m supposed to be<\/i>.  Accomplishments don&#8217;t mean a thing if you&#8217;re not where you&#8217;re supposed to be.  But on the other hand, it&#8217;s not really fair to expect that kind of in-depth interest in my <i>bien-\u00eatre<\/i> anyway&#8211;it&#8217;s just small talk among relatives.  I&#8217;ll just cruise through, catch up on much-needed sleep, finish reading <i>All Creatures Great and Small<\/i> (excellent book), buy <i>Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance<\/i> at a local Barnes &#038; Noble and start that, go through the motions at the wedding, and rest.  The next few weeks are going to be a whirlwind anyway, ramping up to the Europe trip.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I despise and loathe the dryer in the apartment complex&#8217;s laundry building. Granted, I&#8217;m drying colors, but I don&#8217;t even have a pair of jeans in there for once and it&#8217;s taking three cycles to get it all dry, whereas its facing companion finished the whites in just one load. 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