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A matter of weeks [May. 29th, 2009|06:46 pm]
Lindsey Kuper

As advised by Peter pmb, I spent the first two weeks of my summer break in Atlanta with Alex oniugnip and didn't do any computer science at all. Instead, I slept late, baked cookies, and went running almost every day. By day three, I was feeling pretty good. I felt so good, in fact, that I ran in a track meet!

All right, so it was an all-comers track meet, and I was competing against middle-school kids and senior citizens, but you have to understand that the last time I was in a track meet, it was ten years ago. I was seventeen and in high school. I did it then because it was the only sport I was halfway okay at, and I wanted badly enough to be the kind of person who was halfway okay at some sport that I kept doing it even though I really wasn't having a very good time. I never imagined I'd do it again voluntarily. There's a reason why almost all the races I've been in for the last several years have been marathons -- it's that anything shorter is too hard. I'm slow, but in a marathon you can be slow and still feel accomplished. If you run a marathon, your friends think you're cool just for finishing.

At a track meet, it doesn't work that way. I was going to have my ass kicked in the 1600 meters, and I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. But I did it anyway, and you know, it was actually kind of fun. Alex was there in two, three, four places each time I came around the track, dashing from corner to corner of the infield, cheering me on with seemingly boundless energy. I wouldn't be surprised if, between cheering for me and cheering for Mark markluffel during his heat of the mile (which, unlike mine, was one of the fast heats), Alex actually covered a mile on foot himself. He yelled lots of encouraging things, but -- and I'm not particularly proud of this -- I felt most encouraged when, during the third lap, he nodded toward the guy running ahead of me and quietly said, "You can pass him." And I did. I finished in 7:45, not in last place, and only a minute or so slower than my best time in high school. Not bad.

I got him that hat over a year ago.  We have an 'over a year ago'.  That's crazy.

I resumed being slothful for the rest of my two weeks in Atlanta, at the end of which we packed up some of Alex's belongings, mostly books, and drove from Georgia to Indiana in a mostly leisurely fashion. Naturally, the trip entailed a stop at Waffle House. We had hash browns and coffee and the waitress asked Alex to explain what was on his shirt, which he sincerely tried to do.

When we arrived in Bloomington, we moved Alex's boxes into my apartment and then spent a few days shopping for a house. (There -- the secret is out!) Nothing's certain yet, but one way or another, we have to move out of my apartment by the end of July. There are a lot of nice things about my place, but it's a little small for us both, and anyway, we can't stay there because his cats aren't allowed.

Now my summer research gig has gotten underway, and it's only a matter of weeks before Alex comes here to go to grad school with me, which will mark the end of twenty months of Dating Remotely. I can deal with being in Bloomington when he's in Atlanta, which is how it usually is, these days. At the moment, though, I'm in Bloomington and he's in Mountain View, and somehow the three-hour time distance feels lonelier from the later side. Like I'm always waiting for him at some future point in time which I can't return from and at which he can never arrive. Or, um, it's possible that I may have just read Speaker for the Dead and it's making me ridiculously oversentimental. Damn it, this is not the kind of person I want to be -- I mean the oversentimental kind of person as well as the kind of person who stays up all night reading Orson Scott Card novels instead of doing research or, you know, sleeping. Curse these eight boxes of Alex's books that have taken up residence in my living room, and the plane ticket stubs with his name on them that fall out from between the pages and make me miss him so fiercely.

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[User Picture]From: oniugnip
2009-05-30 01:06 am (UTC)
♥ ♥ !!

I'll be back in the right time zone pretty soon :) But first -- gotta go eat dinner with Martin and visit with the family this weekend.

And then -- a little more work, then ICFPC, then a little more work, and I move to Bloomington!

(and I'm revealed as owning Orson Scott Card books, oh noes!)
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From: freyley
2009-05-30 01:28 am (UTC)
I, through an accident of being given it, only own Xenocide.

I can assure you, it is far, far worse to be an owner of only the really bad Orson Scott Card books, than it is to be an owner of his better writings.
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-05-30 01:42 am (UTC)
In your defense, let it be known that it was my own choice to read Speaker for the Dead instead, of, say, I, Robot, which was in the same box, right on top of the pile, and would have been easy to get to.

It's like making mac-and-cheese from a box instead of making risotto. Which I would also totally do. Dammit.
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[User Picture]From: oniugnip
2009-05-30 02:41 am (UTC)
There's some pretty hip Asimov in that box, yeah :)

(he says, with his robot icon)

Is there The Caves of Steel too? I had that at one point; it's quite good.
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-05-30 03:48 am (UTC)
Affirmative on Caves of Steel.

Come home soon, love!
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[User Picture]From: linettasky
2009-05-30 01:23 am (UTC)
I saw the house pictures on your Flickr and wondered. If you decide to go for it, I endorse homeownership.

(Soon, Alex will be there!)
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-05-30 01:45 am (UTC)
Well, strictly speaking, I myself would not be the homeowner.

I would just get to live in it. After having helped pick it out.

Score.
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[User Picture]From: gawm
2009-05-30 03:45 am (UTC)
omgspeakerforthedead i also stayed up all night when i read that.

Edited at 2009-05-30 03:45 am (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-05-30 02:39 pm (UTC)
I'm getting soft in my old age -- I couldn't quite finish it all in one night.
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-05-30 02:12 pm (UTC)
I thought that you met Alex in October when he was in town for our Rossini concert. I seem to remember us all standing around the rehearsal room with cups of punch.
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[User Picture]From: sonetka
2009-05-30 04:19 am (UTC)
Shopping for a house! You must tell us more about this :).

I'm another who joins you in Orson Scott Card shame, except I stayed up all night reading The Lost Boys, not Speaker For The Dead. Furthermore, I cried at the end.

/runs and hides
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-05-30 02:37 pm (UTC)
I fear becoming, you know, That Person Who Just Can't Shut Up About His Or Her House-Buying Process, As If He Or She Is The First Person To Have Ever Done It. But considering that I just can't shut up about anything, ever, it's bound to start spilling out of me at some point.

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[User Picture]From: linettasky
2009-05-30 05:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, there are those among us who would enjoy you becoming that person. It's FUN, the house thing.
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From: boojum
2009-06-01 02:35 am (UTC)
And I often can't talk about things, even Big Important Things, ever. Maybe we should mind-average?

(And yay house! May it go smoothly, and remember to check that they get SS#s and names and such spelled correctly on the paperwork!)
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-06-01 06:29 am (UTC)
If only temporary brain-sharing were possible, Kim, you'd be near the top of my list of people to do it with.
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[User Picture]From: royhuggins
2009-05-31 04:16 am (UTC)
You're buying a house together? We all know what that means, of course. Right now you're announcing your home search and next you'll be announcing... you're getting a cat together!

I know how these things go.

So Alex is going to grad school? Is he quitting his sweet job?
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[User Picture]From: oniugnip
2009-05-31 05:28 am (UTC)
Sweet job quitting commences on 17 July! Sweet gradschool attendance commences on 31 August!

(so I'll have a little bit of time for funemployment, moving to Indiana, and getting crunked up for quals. Woo!)
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[User Picture]From: royhuggins
2009-05-31 05:32 am (UTC)
Sweet. Don't suppose y'all will be in Portland during that time?
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[User Picture]From: oniugnip
2009-06-01 03:58 am (UTC)
I think we'll be furiously studying for quals and (in Lindsey's case) doing research, mostly. Do you have Portland plans? ...
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[User Picture]From: lindseykuper
2009-06-01 06:36 am (UTC)
His two cats are probably enough for the time being. You know what happens when you have three cats, right? If you have two cats, then whatever, you have two cats. But if you have three cats, you become Those People With All Those Cats.
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[User Picture]From: kel_e_o
2009-06-01 08:39 pm (UTC)
I guess we're Those People With All Those Cats. Acause we've got 4.
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[User Picture]From: kel_e_o
2009-06-01 08:37 pm (UTC)
Alex already has TWO cats! Mylk and Andre! I will miss them so!
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