rigorous render race
Phoebe’s Field is ready for her spectacular recital. Ready in the sense that she is sweating bullets, and her mentors are having difficulty encouraging her to keep a focus. Two people in the group have come down with recurring migraines - I, too, happened to get a surprising, piercing headache today in the middle of some related work - and the main worker bees for the project are effectively sleeping in shifts.
In order to share some of the tasks of the other PhF members, a few of us decided to just do whatever work is necessary, as long as we don’t lose track of our priorities. So, I learned how to use SketchUp yesterday and spent some hours today working on several models. Let me say: Thank you, Google, for providing a very respectably-equipped free version of SketchUp. I could spend hours just playing around with it if I were not currently consumed in the belly of this whale.
Last night I spoke with Paula, an eye-catchingly blonde, Swiss friend of mine who is both professor and student. We gave each other an update on our research and academic insanity states. She asked if I was happy, because that is what truly mattered. I paused, looked at the table, and then regained an affirmative disposition. “Yes. Because every time I talk to someone about the things I am doing, I start to smile and I make too many gestures to describe what’s going on. Like right now.” Her reply was a satisfied smile and a nod.
Now that I think of it, that confirmation has pushed me onward. Westward. Whatever you wish.