- I really enjoy Fake Steve Jobs' blog - brilliant wit, great irony, etc. Here's a recent favorite example...
- The Nashville Scene, after ignoring the plight of Eric Volz in Nicaragua for a year, celebrated his release by writing a nasty story about his sister and her relationship with an illegal immigrant... and then drawing parallels to Eric's story. Fortunately, the majority of Nashvillians saw it for what it was, and opened up a can of whoop-ass on the Scene.
- I have been exhaustively cleaning house for the last week and a half, and it's like losing weight - you feel better, you look better, you feel lighter. Loads of stuff to Goodwill! I have a mental image of ultimately getting rid of about 25% of my stuff, which will make it much easier to fit into my tiny apartment, while at the same time making it easier to pack up and move if I am able to...
- Buy a condo. Not that I think I can afford it; not in the Brentwood/Franklin area where the bulk of my clients are... but I'm pursuing it anyway, because I have decided that for my sanity and to feel like I've accomplished something, I need to be in my own place by my 40th birthday. So, I have 314 days!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
A Few Things...
Monday, January 21, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Odd...
I keep having post-apocalypse/zombie attack dreams. What's that all about? They're not nightmares so much as depressing dreams. They really make me wake up in a bad mood!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
New Orleans, New Schmorleans
I am in New Orleans at the Allied Social Science Associations Convention, running the American Economic Association General Information booth. I have not set foot out of this hotel since I arrived on Wednesday night. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing about this place to tell me that I'm in New Orleans are the piles of Mardi Gras beads we have put out for a bit of decorative color, and the andouille sausage I had last night in some really yummy puff pastry.
I do have a nice view of the river from my window, but the architecture on each side is nothing to look at - it's like a river running through a series of power plants and oil refineries. I am also exceedingly bored. Although the first day here was the typical frenetic flood of questions and answers to 90% non-native speakers (which I actually enjoy; I like being helpful, I like sharing information, and I like the idea of making someone from another country feel like Americans can be kind people), since then, it's been rather boring. I am required to be at my post at all times, and there's just enough traffic to keep me from settling in comfortably to some online project, but not enough to make the day go by swiftly.
I have been doing website updates for Eric Volz whenever I could work on it surreptitiously, and whenever I had a lunch or dinner break. So there's that, but I was initially anxious because I was fearful that I wouldn't be able to get it done on time for them. Things are still fairly dreadful in the case; although Eric is out of Nicaragua and safe, the ugliness and the travesty of justice has continued in his absence, and he has been made into a political weapon for the Sandinistas to fire at. They are even going after the Appellate judges who actually did an honest job in reviewing the evidence and releasing him. I think it must be rather hellish to live in a country like that; to know that the only way to be safe is to have tons of money, tons of political muscle, and journalists on the payroll.
I head home tomorrow afternoon, and although my hotel room here has been delightful (in marked contrast to my hotel room in Chicago last year!) I will be sooooo glad to be back home. I am happiest with routine. Like a small child on a consistent nap and bedtime schedule.
I do have a nice view of the river from my window, but the architecture on each side is nothing to look at - it's like a river running through a series of power plants and oil refineries. I am also exceedingly bored. Although the first day here was the typical frenetic flood of questions and answers to 90% non-native speakers (which I actually enjoy; I like being helpful, I like sharing information, and I like the idea of making someone from another country feel like Americans can be kind people), since then, it's been rather boring. I am required to be at my post at all times, and there's just enough traffic to keep me from settling in comfortably to some online project, but not enough to make the day go by swiftly.
I have been doing website updates for Eric Volz whenever I could work on it surreptitiously, and whenever I had a lunch or dinner break. So there's that, but I was initially anxious because I was fearful that I wouldn't be able to get it done on time for them. Things are still fairly dreadful in the case; although Eric is out of Nicaragua and safe, the ugliness and the travesty of justice has continued in his absence, and he has been made into a political weapon for the Sandinistas to fire at. They are even going after the Appellate judges who actually did an honest job in reviewing the evidence and releasing him. I think it must be rather hellish to live in a country like that; to know that the only way to be safe is to have tons of money, tons of political muscle, and journalists on the payroll.
I head home tomorrow afternoon, and although my hotel room here has been delightful (in marked contrast to my hotel room in Chicago last year!) I will be sooooo glad to be back home. I am happiest with routine. Like a small child on a consistent nap and bedtime schedule.
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