The trick is to stay busy and keep my mind occupied at all times. Hence today’s achievements:
- Finishing my freelance stuff for the week.
- Organizing and tagging all 800 pictures from the trip in iPhoto (I’ll get some on flickr soon).
- Four loads of laundry.
- Much grocery shopping.
- Assorted home maintenance.
- Pondering how to stay similarly busy the rest of the weekend.
I’m impressed, particularly since I’ve also been sick all day and got almost no sleep last night.
I’ll probably spend tomorrow getting everything migrated from the (out of commission) G5 to the iMac. That will be no fun whatsoever, but it’s just what I need right now.
It’s inevitable. You always end up leaving something in the hotel room. Usually it’s something of no real value, but sometimes it’s something vitally important, maybe even something you love. And all you can do is hope they keep it safe and happy until you eventually get it back.
Random intrestingness from 30,000 feet:
- Great Torontoist post on Christmas at Eaton’s.
- Richard Burr surprises everyone by supporting legislation allowing American queers to die for the rights we don’t have.
- New York Times on commercial archaeology.
- How do I always manage to make it to Southern California just in time for record rainfall?
Free wifi and a first class upgrade (thanks, m’luv) make air travel almost tolerable.
There’s a little ice storm this morning, which means, as usual, that I have to hear lots of highway workers and state troopers with heavy southern accents saying “treacherous” and”solid sheet of ice” over and over again on TV. A little variation in terminology would be nice once in a while.
I fell down the stairs.
I was going down to that basement to put some laundry into the dryer. I slipped. I slid. I landed on my back. I made horrible noises that scared Mark a lot. My teeth chattered and I started shivering. Mark mentioned internal bleeding and I remembered the blood thinners and how I’m supposed to be paranoid about impacts like these. So we went to the emergency room. It was probably an overreaction, but at least they gave me pain pills.
Funny, it all started because I was washing some dressier than usual duds for work today since one of the search committees I’m on had an on-campus interview scheduled. And as it turned out, I didn’t go to work at all, although I did show up for part of the interview–in virtual form. Serves me right for thinking about wearing a dress shirt to work, dammit.
Anyway, I’m gonna take another nap now.
Oh, and they printed my letter to the Winston-Salem Daily Pamphlet yesterday. Not my best work ever, but it suffices as my farewell to the paper.
The Faint
The Geeks Were Right (2008)
Sorry for two video posts in a row. I envision lots more of them over the next few weeks. One of these days, you’ll thank me for it.


