i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
i feel more coherent today, though i had dreams about rats starting fires. it feels strange to be mundane again, to be thinking of making grocery lists and sorting recycling and putting the dishes in the dishwasher and making dinner. michael & i unpacked the car last night and i washed out one of the coolers; today i'll begin the unpacking process in earnest. probably. all i can say is i'm so very glad i don't have to go to work. who knew unemployment would come in so handy? :)
speaking of which, as i warned you before, i was not qualified for the most recent psu job i applied for because i didn't have a master's degree. but the committee chairperson emailed me while i was at burning man to say i was one of their top 3 candidates and that she'd like to speak to me about future contract or part-time work. and like i said before, i'm ambivalent about being so damned good at something i'm not sure i want to do anymore. so i'll be happy to talk with her, but i'd love a locksmith job to land in my lap in the meantime.
yesterday i suddenly realized one of the big differences between burning man and the rest of the world: here, people try desperately to avoid your eyes.