Pity the Prof.

Even as I type this, The Prof is walking into his big three hour interview. This is the second interview for a job he really wants – tenure track for full professorship at a local college in their math department. He has to give a mock class to the members of the math department on…

Oh for Pete’s sake

allimom! I made too many journal entries today as it is. Nobody wants to see another update from me until at least tomorrow. BLUE You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive. Find out your color at Stvlive.com! You too,…

Emo?????

OK, I know I’m “old”. I know I’m out of it. But there has been an influx of a new word in these parts. A quick and incomplete search of diarists’ names turns up (Dates in parentheses are first entries for some of these diaries): EmoGirlCrys emoposer brokenemofaery (Nov) EMO22 neemo80 EmoGrlKym687 (Dec) emoandrea OhSoxEmo…

The best laid plans

of Salamanders often go astray. No, I didn’t make it to the gym last night. Not my fault. The Professor (who, it must be said, did a fair amount erranding yesterday, getting the apartment situation straightened out and picking up my freshly cleaned camera) informed me when I got home that he hadn’t gotten around…

Exercise.

So, Slipperman, you want to know how I feel after I exercise? In a word, exhausted. Sweaty, sticky, smelly, painful, out-of-breath exhausted. Part of it, I’m sure, is simply because I am out of shape. But even when I was doing 75 – 100 miles per week on my bike, I hated it. Whatever this…