Right around 11pm last night, a kitchen shelf decided to crash spectacularly. It was the one holding the sugar, flour and wine glasses, dividing that particular cabinet in two and overhanging the space where the plates go. Happily, I think none of the plates are broken; as for the glasses, well, the universe seems to have attended to my de-cluttering desires and left me with exactly two of them. Which is as much as I need, bar the couple of times a year when I Entertain with Wine.
Most of it amused me; cleaning up glass everywhere late at night wasn’t quite as amusing. When I say everywhere, I mean in my living room, too.
In other news, Mikhail Gorbachev is speaking at Brown next week. Tickets are distributed today and tomorrow; so I’ll be going to get one. Should be interesting.
Digitizing the Roland corpus is easier on the hands, thanks to the excellent scanner-cum-OCR-software in the Anthropology Department. They don’t mind me using it, either, as long as nobody needs it right then.
