It has been a while since I have updated this blog. If you have been eagerly awaiting my return to the not so time honored world of the blogosphere, I apologize for my absence. Since we all know that virtually no one has lost any sleep over my hiatus, let's move on.
During my time away from the internet I started a master's program at my alma mater, Wesleyan University. I took three classes beginning my journey towards a masters in Liberal Studies. How Wesleyan to offer a Masters in Liberal Arts. What's next, a PHD in nerdliness? I could become a doctor of general bookishness. The three classes that I took were called Writers at Work, Plays for Performance, and Miles Davis and John Coltrane. The first was a writing class, the second was a theater class about analyzing plays from the point of view of actors and directors, the third was a jazz history class about the eponymous musicians. I have to say it was fun. Wesleyan is a great place to feel very smart about very nebulous things. They did offer classes in hard sciences. I even think there was a math class, but taking classes like that at Wesleyan is like taking nude water color finger painting at MIT. (Nude painters not nude models) I particularly enjoyed Plays for Performance, in which we read Hamlet, Angels in America, Uncle Vanya, Long Day's Journey into Night, and Phaedra's Love by Sarah Kane. For those of you unfamiliar with the works of Sarah Kane, suffice it to say that her play inspired one of my classmates to refer to it as Long Day's Journey into Genital Mutilation. It was exceptionally graphic. In Writer's at Work, I read a number of authors whom I had never read before, and whom I now admire. We read Brian Doyle, David Foster Wallace, and Andre Aciman, whose novel Call Me by Your Name forever changed my feelings about peaches after I read a passage in which the main character violates a peach which he feels resembles the ass of the man he loves. It was an interesting summer.
Since then the wife and I have been spending a lot of time at the doctor's office as we come ever closer to our due date. The upside of this is that we have had several extra ultrasounds allowing us to see her majesty again. The downside is that, though they assure us that nothing is really wrong we still have to spend way too much time at the doctor's office.
We went to a breast feeding class too. That was pretty cool. Each couple got an infant practice dummy, which each mother immediately handed to her husband because her belly prevented anything from resting comfortably in her lap. There was a plush-breast visual aid that the lactation nurse used to illustrate proper latching. It was awesome.
We have also been showered with baby gifts. We have a crib, lots of onesies, and cute little knit things. The Baby's room is pretty much completely furnished. Now all we need is a baby.
