I am not alone

I'm blogging from the ancient computer in the PhD office (and the dang keyboard isn't working right; maybe I'll have to start browsing at Sally Ann for a new-ish one to donate). I should be finishing reading this article about the transformation of anarchism between Bakunin and Kropotkin, but I had to illustrate something that happened today:

I was talking with one of the MA students (who is in all of my classes) about movies and TV shows being filmed here. I was confessing that, when my friend comes to visit this week, we'll have to go downtown and then watch parts of Little Women to see what we recognise. He then mentioned that a TV show he watches is clearly filmed in Vancouver, but then got all embarassed and wouldn't say which show it was.

"I just confessed I'm watching Little Women!" I proclaimed. Then I paused, "It's Battlestar Galactica, isn't it?"

And then we got all excited about the show, and about who all is in it, and he may lend me some tapes of season 2. And then the whole class of us (this was during our break) got talking about entertainment news, even getting the prof to weigh in about Britney Spears driving with her baby in her lap. We were just into debating the Oprah/James Frey thing (we all thought it was blown out of proportion, but agree that I should be allowed to appear on news shows as a "cultural historian," as I saw the other day) when the rest of the class returned from break. (They were sure confused that our prof was talking about Oprah.)

I've never felt so at home here. Ah. (I have to mention something that I love about the grad community here: everyone has a home life, a life away from school. I can talk about Chris or Wee Girly, or about stupid stuff I read on the internet. Everyone else does.)

Now back to reading. This was probably mightily disjointed, but so is everything I'm reading today, so I'll blame the anarchists.