Embracing my jetlag

Everyone always complains about jetlag, but since my return to the US, I’ve been embracing it. I’m working with a five-hour time difference that, tempered by my impressive ability to sleep excessively and recent trend toward nocturnalism, ultimately results in me getting up at a reasonable and respectable hour. It’s Saturday; I got up at 7:30 this morning. Who knew that all I needed to return to the Protestant Ethic I was born into* was to have my sleep schedule screwed up by international travel?!

Honestly, I had grand plans to whittle down my travel photos, process them properly in Photoshop, and then post for your procrastinating pleasure, but this whole Protestant Ethic and qualifying exam thing has really gotten in the way (though it apparently hasn’t thwarted my pursuit of alliteration). I did upload (and make public) many of my raw photos on Flickr, though. I think my favorites are the ones from Oxford since we had good luck with the weather:

Sun shining through the cupola of the Sheldonian Theater

The rest of my Oxford photos are here.

There will be a new masthead shortly (once I get inspired); there may be a Caturday Lolcat for Nerds (once I get tired of working); there will probably be a long treatise on the culture of poverty (the exam topic du jour). Try to contain your excitement.

*I’m pretty sure that Max Weber built a time machine, met my father, and then returned back to 1905 confident that his predictions about the Protestant Ethic losing its religious trappings but continuing to impact life would hold true. My dad has probably been awake for five hours by now, has probably checked his email, created some sort of PowerPoint presentation, and engaged in some kind of home improvement project that involves the moving of heavy objects. Seriously.