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It's Wednesday night and Both Michael and I are sitting up in bed. My window is wide open because there has been a break between the rain showers. I am playing a copy of this album Perfect Teeth by Unrest that Amanda sent me from back in DC. Michael is stressed out and finding it hard to concentrate. I think he feels a little better now that he has washed his feet. I am getting ready to grade math papers which I enjoy doing, correcting papers in the most friendly and comprehensive manner makes me feel like I am finally giving something back to the math community. I used to think I would discover a unified field theory, these days I think more about which stickers to use on papers that recieve a perfect score. It's nice too.
I feel weighed down by Stan's impending execution. I sometimes feel these intense moments of strength in meetings or on the CEDP table, surrounded by the other people that are working to save his life, but its starting to get into my dreams and to make me anxious when I am alone. This is usually in stark contrast to my feelings in general, which have been ones of understanding, presence and happiness. I think that is a fair report back.
Yesterday, I was on SFSU's campus and Karen and I went out to the grass, took our shoes off and stretched together. It felt incredibly good to be barefoot. We let our feet soak up the water and then attempted to spell out our names in wet footprints on the concrete. That was nice.
This weekend Stephanie, Jennifer, Elizabeth and I are going to the Annual Campaign to End the Death Penalty Conference in Chicago. I am giving a talk and am looking forward to the convention as a whole.
I have been searching non-stop for a job as a part time waitress. So far I have interviewed and been rejected from Range (on Valencia between 19th and 20th) and Levende ( at Mission and 13th ). I am learning to not take an establishment's decision to hire someone other than me personally. Sometimes it makes me feel a little sad, because I truly do believe that i could be a good waitress if given the chance. I will keep trying though. I had 7 interviews this past week. I am crossing my fingers for one place in particular. I would love to serve people food. But i find it diificult to explain this to the employers. I want to say: "Listen, I am really very excited about the prospect of serving food to your customers and interacting with them. I think people are fascinating. Doing math is awesome too, but it's just not the same."