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I can't really say it's due to lack of time, but perhaps lack of motivation for composing long and thoughtful posts.  But I'm sure most of you have been keeping up with the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Kait"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/kaitlinmwalsh"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, and if that's too much for you to check, you can catch it all (including this post!) at the &lt;a href="http://kaitatcatz.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.  You probably want to know what I've been doing all this time.  As tomorrow is the First Day of School for the young'uns in my family, I thought I'd present you with that timeless Back-To-School composition theme, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I Did On My Summer Vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I watched people get married.  In June I went to San Francisco to see Chrissie and Collin tie the knot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos/3636465554/" title="Chrissie's Wedding 065 by Kait W., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3325/3636465554_18513abb07.jpg" alt="Chrissie's Wedding 065" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a wonderful experience for many reasons.  First, I got to go back to San Francisco, which was great fun.  (I went there &lt;a href="http://kaitatcatz.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-awaited-san-francisco-post.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; for the first time.)  I also got to reconnect with many old friends from my first two years of Oxford, as well as meet some cool new people.  If finances can withstand it, I'd love to make a yearly trip to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, my cousin Ryan got married:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos/3785887548/" title="IMG_1036 by Kait W., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2620/3785887548_423ae2dd45.jpg" alt="IMG_1036" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's new wife is Trish, and they met when Ryan was living in Boston.  The really cool thing about their wedding is that Ryan designed a lot of things for it:  the invitations and save the dates, the programs, the place cards and table numbers, and even the favors - hand-illustrated cookbooks of their favorite recipes.  Unfortunately, their weather was crap (as was expected - it rained 90% of the time this summer), but the location was beautiful and we all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in August, longtime family friend Amanda married Bryan on my mother's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos/3826241737/" title="IMG_0305 by Kait W., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3826241737_dce2e7ca3b.jpg" alt="IMG_0305" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda was exceptionally lucky to have gorgeous weather, especially since she had her wedding outdoors on a lovely mountainside, which led to some fabulous photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wedding attendance schedule was on the light side this summer:  my parents also attended my cousin Emmy's wedding the week before my cousin Ryan's wedding, and my sister Kelly is attending roughly 837 additional weddings between now and November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were not attending weddings, we attended wedding-related events, such as bachelorette parties (that's "hen nights" to all you Brits out there)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos/3762336065/" title="Amanda's Bachelorette Party by Kait W., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2611/3762336065_f3348433f5.jpg" alt="Amanda's Bachelorette Party" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...rehearsal dinners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos/3826220401/" title="IMG_0279 by Kait W., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3826220401_c5cea20550.jpg" alt="IMG_0279" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...and Jack-and-Jill showers.  Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kaitfotos/3834363095/" title="Casey and Paul's Jack and Jill by Kait W., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/3834363095_b237645286.jpg" alt="Casey and Paul's Jack and Jill" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(The couple for this one was Casey and Paul.  Casey has been Kelly's best friend since middle school.  She's getting married in October, and alas, I cannot go.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my wedding-related event schedule was only the tip of the iceberg.  My parents and my sister will be attending weddings pretty much every single weekend in October.  But even so, I now declare myself the official expert on weddings and can advise on pretty much any aspect of wedding planning.  If this whole doctorate thing doesn't work out, I know I'll still have a career. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn't attending weddings, I was teaching faculty at the &lt;a href="http://www.hartford.edu/"&gt;University of Hartford&lt;/a&gt; how to use &lt;a href="http://www.blackboard.com/"&gt;Blackboard&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2387835732_10e24d01d0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(This is a very old and very bad picture of me, but I was doing the same job two years ago.  I don't have any photos of me doing the job this summer...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The university upgraded its version of Blackboard this summer, so I spent my time in &lt;a href="http://uhaweb.hartford.edu/fcld"&gt;FCLD&lt;/a&gt; doing what I usually do with them:  developing and updating documentation, testing new features, and training faculty.  I absolutely love educational technology and hope I can continue with it in some way once I'm done with my doctorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up next?  Lots of work this year.  I'm looking to finish about a year from now, so it requires lots and lots of work.  If all goes well *knock on wood*, I'll submit in July and defend in Octoberish, and make my way towards the real working world.  I can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all, whether you're tenured faculty or sending your kids off to preschool, a happy and productive back to school season - Kx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955663-481306722703790358?l=kaitatcatz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's good to be home.  I always reach a point in Oxford where I get tired of the usual stuff and look forward to going home.  It's a nice change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have a very love/hate relationship with travel.  There are some things about it that I love, and there are some things that I hate, but I don't think the result is completely balanced.  It all depends on the trip.  Some bullets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I love about travel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love train stations and airports.  (There are some minor exceptions, but I definitely fall in the "love" category for this.)  I feel like train stations are kind of a step back in time - they're very old-fashioned, but they get the job done.  I also think airports are a good way to get a taste-test of a particular culture.  You want to know what a city/state/country is known for?  Look in its airport gift shops and restaurants.  I honestly don't mind having long stopovers in airports because you can look around, shop, eat, go on the Internet and people-watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that travel has advanced to the point where you can be in three countries in one day.  (I know this is not a big deal for Europeans, but in the US it's not so easy.)  Yesterday I started my day in the UK, spent about 4 hours in Canada and ended in the US.  In many ways it doesn't feel that different (they all speak English) but there are enough subtle differences to make it cool.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think I can finally hear the difference between Canadian and American accents.  I mean, this is obvious when the person is a native French speaker, but primarily English-speaking Canadians do sound a bit different from Americans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love going through customs when it's not busy.  It kind of feels like I'm on some secret government mission.  And getting the stamp in the passport is always cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note:  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's kind of weird how if you're traveling to the US from Europe, etc. and you have a connection in Canada, you go through US customs in Canada - not Canadian customs.  It actually makes things kind of easy, because you go to collect your luggage from a special area only for people connecting to the US.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love having three different currencies in my wallet - except when I'm trying to find change.  Once I had to lend my sister some money and told her she could take it from my wallet, and it drove her crazy to have to sort through the "weird octagon-shaped coins" to get what she wanted!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love it that I am now at a point where I am something of a plane/airport "expert," and I can explain to people where something is or which form you need or why people sitting next to each other may not be boarded at the same time (some airlines board windows and middles first, then aisle).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love how technology has advanced to a point where you can call anywhere in the world on your cell phone to let people know that your plane will be late, or how easily you can track your flight or someone else's using the phone, email or airline website.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love getting to where I need to go.  This doesn't involve the traveling part, but the reaching the destination part.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I hate about travel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate hate hate the actual traveling part.  I get motion sickness very easily and am very claustrophobic, so eight hours on an airplane or train is not fun for me.  Even worse are the little puddlejumpers that go from New York/Philadelphia/Toronto to Connecticut - you really have no room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate packing.  I'm terrible at it.  I always bring too much stuff.  I also can't tell you how many times I've broken suitcases - sometimes my fault, sometimes the airline's fault.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate having screaming kids on a flight.  I know it's not always the kids' fault or the parents' fault, but there are some times when the kid is just being a brat and I don't know what to say/do because I'm stuck in the vehicle with the kid and parent for the next 7+ hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate how expensive the whole deal is.  Even if you save money on a really cheap flight, you make up for it by having to travel out of your way to the cheaper airport, buying expensive food, and dealing with all kinds of expenses that don't come in the ticket cost (like checked-baggage charges).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate how inefficient the whole deal is.  I especially hate it when the line to check in is massive and you see a group of flight attendants chatting rather than checking people in.  Also, getting on and off a plane is just ridiculous.  I'm not sure how it could be made any better, but it's annoying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955663-147792974576950246?l=kaitatcatz.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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