absinthe...

makes the heart grow fonder. Well, it's crunch time in student-labor organizing land. I'm in Philly for a few days, then Raleigh, then Charlottesville. It's a busy time but I thought I'd stop to post, since it's one of the few creative activities I don't have time for these days. Elly, for those of you who don't know, will be moving to New Orleans mid-August to support our comrade Catherine Jones around work she's been doing since the hurricane hit. If you don't know Ms. Jones, you should -- check my earlier posts for her blog address.

On the other hand, I will be looking for a new job come November. That's the big topic of my internal debate right now...should I stay or should I go elsewhere? DC has grown on me, I must admit, and I've given myself one more year to be outside the Bay Area, since I'm really not quite done with the non-California world yet. I really love the house I moved into, and my housemates are awesome. We're just not sure how long we can fight off the march of gentrification through our living room. Eventually, we suspect our landlords will get greedier than they already are, given that the house is crumbling in places beneath our feet. But back to the original job question, it'll be something in some facet of the labor movement. A local? An international? A community-labor coalition type job? Organizing or communications? Well, I guess we'll see what's out there by the time I apply.

I scheduled a consultation with a top surgeon last week. That's pretty exciting stuff! I'm hoping to be under the knife and back out from under it by Summer. At least while I have health insurance. It'll be a tough scheduling process, but at least my job doesn't require regular heavy lifting...only during my annual 'this-office-is-a-fire-hazard' cleaning fits. We're an organization with three cubicles and almost ten years of history, it's understandable I suppose.

OK, that's enough of an update. I need to sleep.

oh lordy

it's been a month since my last post.

I got to see a bunch of my far-yet-dear Bay pals, but as awlays not nearly enough. I returned from vacation to the longest consecutive number of days I've spent in DC since last summer. Nice! Besides a road trop to UVA for an organizing training weekend, I'd stayed put and have been working out from under the pile of emails that the World Social Forum/UVA campus tour/NCOR/Our National Conference month o' insanity left me.

Of course, now I'm in Philly. Apparently it's snowing buckets in California, as it did while I was there. Now it's 73+ degrees in DC and Philly, where I write this post. A friend once said to me about this wacky weather and its connection to global warming, "Well, we all thought this was coming, but I thought it would be in my 40s!"

I don't have anything particularly brilliant to post, when I do, I'll post it. In the meantime, "Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious!"