There was an ad when I was little, for a bathroom cleaner. It's still around, you all know about it - Dow Scrubbing Bubbles, those fat, round-topped little creatures, their feet a whirring of suds too fast to see. The ads still exist. The bubbles are cheerful, smiling, as they swarm across the linoleum and the chrome. But the ads were very ( Read more... )

We have NO AIR-CONDITIONING at work. It is going to hit 100 degrees again today, the building is literally packed with students waiting to be seen, and it is already so hot I can barely breathe. Surely they will not make us work in this. If it isn't fixed by midmorning, I'm going home, and Peak Registration be damned.

It is just so fucking hot here. 100 degrees today, with humidity so high it was like walking through oil.

You know, I'm a frugal gal in most respects, and I try to be an environmental one as well. I clean with vinegar and baking soda, I dry clothes on the line, and I use fans and open windows for as long into the summer as I can (which around here, ( Read more... )

I've been a laissez-faire blogger up till recently. However, for obvious reasons, this journal is now friends-only.

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Very weird bit of coolness today.

As part of my orientation for the new job, I've been taken to tour all the GTC regional campuses and centers. I was at one today, getting the full rundown of all the programs/stats/plans/expansions/capacities/etc and nodding and asking the sort of Searching and Pertinent questions that indicate your Committment to ( Read more... )

Ok, so I've been silent for quite some time. Updating is in order.

Let me 'splain. No - there is too much. Let me sum up.

D and I are now officially separated, and everything is moving forward with that. He has an apartment, and we are sharing custody of Sara on a week on - week off basis. Things are pretty amiable in general, and I have to admit to ( Read more... )

Tom Waits.

TOM WAITS.

TOM FUCKING WAITS.

Tom Waits last night. Tom Waits in Asheville at the Thomas Wolfe Auditorium. Tom Waits singing like God with bronchitis, Tom Waits moving on stage like God's own demented marionnette. Right in front of me. Right there. I still can't believe it.

It felt like being baptized.

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D and I are separating.

News at 11:00.

(I just can't do details just yet. Give me a day or two)