I'm packed and ready to go, even though I don't fly out 'till Wednesday for the Conference. I'm a little anxious (as the luggage may indicate) since this is my first business trip.* But I'm sure I'll be smashing -- I'll be the youngest, at least, and among gay businessmen... well, that counts for something ( Read more... )

Turns out I'm now making enough money to fly into the IRS's radar. Yippie! Since Quourum just writes me a check for my time, and doesn't worry about payroll and tax withholding, it falls to me to pay the $300 or so that the government believes I owe them. Damn if this doesn't test my liberal principles.

In other news, phramok and I had a great night ( Read more... )

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Uncerimoniously, our "Certificate of Domestic Partnership" arrived. It's a blue mottled parchment-y printer paper. It spelled our names right. :) And it's good for automatic hospital visitation rights...... that's about it ( Read more... )

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I've started. I have an outline. And a background for my Powerpoint slides. "Koi". Maybe too informal; might scrap it. Is it too presumptuous to use photos/color theme of the college for my slides ( Read more... )

I got the call -- I'm interviewing for Augsburg ( Read more... )

Following up on the final Dibble-fundraiser contact, I was invited to an interviewlunch. He sped up in his platinum car and zoomed us off to the Chinese resturant down the road.

After I gave my life story, he explained more about his mysterious job offer. He and two others are starting up a PAC (officially beginning today... or Monday) and they ( Read more... )

After half an hour, the phone interview is over. I'm nervously optimistic, buzzing with that rush of nervous energy. I don't know how I stand, but I'm nervously optimistic. Did I mention that already ( Read more... )