Bye

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This is why the 19th century remains endlessly fascinating to me.

On the one hand I had a really good dinner last night with a friend from the English department who took me out to thank me for talking to her classes and told me what a great job I'm doing.

On the other hand, my 10:30 appointment blew me off and my evil bossman just dropped some shit on my desk that HE sat on for a month, so now it's urgent and suddenly MY problem.

On the third hand, tonight is gaming night at my friend Katie's house. We're playing a new board game with a pirate theme and she's making pina coladas.

Let's try to focus on the first thing and the last thing and not worry too much about the middle thing.


SERENITY NOW!

Update? Me?

I just finished the biggest, potentially problematic task of the new school year: interviewing and hiring new worker bees. The Baby Jesus must be happy with me these days, because he sent a great group of earnest job seekers my way this time. Thanks buddy:



And even better---my best friend is back in the USA for a couple weeks so tonight after work I'm hopping on a bus to go visit him. What could be finer than a weekend in the glorious Hudson River valley with my best friend just as the leaves start to turn?

How about that same weekend with a fresh baggie of excellent weed?

Oh, but I'm a happy librarian today.

Back to school sales get me all worked up into a phrenzy.

That's right: A PHRENZY

The pencils.

The pencil cases.

The smell of a brand new trapper keeper!

I expire!

On vacation. I need to come up with a single picture that captures my vacation vibe, but so far it's just me and a stack of books and lots of music.

I just finished a big book about the Rolling Stones--a band I've always kind of liked but never studied in any systematic way. I spent the last week reading their history and downloading and absorbing each album as I read about it.

SOME GIRLS is in heavy rotation these days, maybe because it's such a New York summertime record.

Now I'm sitting on my balcony, cursing the workmen who are drillinng and sawing away on the facade repairs. They knock off for the day pretty soon, so I'll be able to read my William T. Vollman in peace.

Maybe another coffee is in order...

Update shmupdate.

So very very very hung over this morning. I spent the whole day yesterday helping a friend move. She rewarded us with beer throughout the day, which turns out to have been a bad idea.

It's one of those hangovers that's less physical pain and more spacey in the brain.

Ug.

I feel like this:



and this:



On the bright side, I picked this up at the comic shop. It might be the funniest comic book I have ever read: