Random Things on My Mind

• Why is it that some grown women - particularly (at least from my observations in various airports and shopping districts around the country) women who aren't, shall we say, petite (and I would put myself into that category, because I'm not petite at all) - think that dressing like a five year old will make them appear "feminine"? Please, ladies, if you are over the age of 15 and over a size zero, do not wear any of the following: a) gingham sundresses with big flower appliques on the pocket; b) sweat-suits in a color of cotton-candy pink with matching tops and bottoms; c) clothing featuring cartoon characters (unless you are a kindergarten teacher and are ACTUALLY TEACHING the kindergarteners). I realize that I may sound harsh, but I really think I'm doing a public service on this one.
• What is it about bodies of water, whether man-made (as in swimming pools) or natural (lakes, rivers, oceans) that make otherwise reasonable people think it makes sense to make out in front of others? Ok, so if you're Paris Hilton on a beach in the Seychelles islands it's probably quite romantic. But if you are in the swimming pool at your (and my) apartment complex? With kids playing Marco Polo and fat ladies chain-smoking and reading bodice-rippers? Not so much. I don't get it. What is it about the water that makes people lose the PDA inhibitions?
• Why is it that when I'm eating right and working out (as I am again), which gives me more energy, which should be a good thing, I get angry because I want to be lazy and my body won't cooperate?
• Why is it that I always spend exactly as much money as I make or more, even though I should in theory make enough money to save money?

I suppose that's all for today. I'm really enjoying being back HOME, though it was nice to see friends, relatives, other countries, other cities, etc. I do wish the sunshine would come out, though. I mean, really. I've got to get back to work on my tan.

Wow. Just wow. (A Stalking Story)

Ok, so Medusa's in the shower, and I was playing around on the internet, just googling random stuff. And I decided (for god knows what reason) to google this guy's name... this guy whom I dated in 1998 and haven't laid eyes on since 1999. This guy, well, he's kind of my one true love, except that I don't really believe in that.

This is not the first time I've googled him, but I've never been able to come up with any current information.

Until today.

All of a sudden, here he is, right there on the internet for me to see.

I bet he's still going out with that horrible girl I dumped him because of. Even though, of course, things were "kind of rocky" when last I saw him in 1999. I bet they're married. God, I hate the fact that in this age of technology it's possible to stalk people from afar. Most often you can just access enough information to tantalize and never is it the information that you really would like. It's not healthy.

Not Sure What to Write

Mainly because I'm in this weird shifting-gears mood related to the fact that I've been living out of a suitcase since the beginning of the month. One of the things about me is that I'm generally a pretty light-hearted, jovial sort of a person, but that I also have a very serious side, and this is the side that makes people ask me if something is desperately wrong with me if I'm not laughing and gregarious and whatever. I think this serious side comes out especially if I'm feeling sort of like I need alone time or like I haven't been taking care of the serious side enough - whether because I'm doing fun things (as I have been all this month) or because I'm overwhelmed by work things (as can happen during the academic year). I find myself fantasizing about the following:

a. Just lazing about with the Man-Kitty.
b. Spring-cleaning my house (and yes, I'm fully aware that spring has come and gone) and painting one of the rooms maybe.
c. Finally buckling down, polishing the manuscript, and getting my book proposal together.
d. Getting going on job market stuff so as to really make a real run at it this year.

I've also been wondering whether that article slated to come out this summer is out yet. Hmmm.... maybe I'll google myself. Yes, doesn't seem to be out yet. Annoying. Very much looking forward to that.

I also wonder when they're going to decide whether I'm teaching on MONDAY (yes, that's right, I could well be teaching come Monday. I don't even know if I wrote the syllabus, though I've convinced myself I did) or whether the class is axed. At this point? Even though I could use the money? I'm hoping for axed. Edited to Add: It is Cancelled! Yippee! Apparently they tried to contact me to tell me by leaving me a message on my answering machine at home on Friday. Did they not realize that I am a globe-trotter? Did they not realize that even if the class had made its enrollment that I had no intention of returning there until the day before it began? Did they not realize that I don't know how to check my answering machine when away from home and so really email is the only reliable way to get in touch with me? Probably not. Most of my colleagues do not have the freedom to leave their homes for a full month to hang out in other locations, as they have families and own homes and things. This either makes me very footloose and fancy free or it means that I am adrift and alone and without a real life. It also means, however, that I don't NEED the summer teaching to stay afloat financially, and it means that since I don't NEED the teaching, that I will be able to spend the month of July working on research and lying by the pool. Who cares if that credit card won't get paid off, really, when we put it into that kind of perspective?

Ok, well, it is my last day/night at Casa Medusa, and so I shouldn't spend all of my time blogging. As she's asleep, though, I feel as if this was a good use of my time.

Ok, So We Forgot about Happy Hour....

But we are having a bit of a.... discussion.... over at Dr. Medusa's place. We've come up with some talking points, so if anybody wants to stop on by, I think that would be a good time. Oh, and we've also developed a "phase 4" for the south beach diet, which, while not endorsed by Dr. Agatston, does seem to us the logical conclusion of all of the cooking, eating of fresh and healthy ingredients, etc., that he advises.

Visiting Medusa, Day 4

Well, you will all be happy to hear that Medusa and I did spend our day somewhat sensibly yesterday, though perhaps our food choices were not entirely wise, and perhaps we should have done something other than forage for food, nap, and watch television. I'm here today and tomorrow, and then Wednesday I return to my kitty-cat (whom I miss DREADFULLY, even though that's quite silly) and my parents' house, and then, FINALLY, I return home to where I actually live. While this month of travels has been good, I'm also (I suppose reasonably) ready for it to be over.

That said, this visit to Medusa has been really great. I hadn't seen her for about a year, and the last time was kind of lame because it was at a conference and not a real visit. It's also been kind of weird being back in Grad School City for the first time in a couple of years.... In going to our old haunts, etc., it's strange to see how a new generation has replaced my generation of people, and it's strange to see how this place has become so firmly a part of my past and isn't at all my present anymore. I suppose that's what happens when you grow up and move away from a place, but I don't know.... there's something about my hometown that stays stuck in one gear and so that place always feels like "home" or like I could just drop right back in and pick up where I left off. Grad School City is different - because it's bigger? because it's not my home and never was? I don't know.

So. Two days, and then it's back to fetch my kitty and my car and my things, and then it's back to my "real life" once again. And it's back to a lot of work that is waiting for me (scowling, if work can scowl) and to the (somewhat daunting) task of asking people for letters for going on the market and the (entirely unpleasant) task of drafting my own job letter and who knows what else. It's going to be a busy rest of the summer....

Wide Awake and It's Morning

Well, technically it's afternoon, but I am wide awake, and I'm feeling quite chipper, except for the fact that I have some sort of hip injury that comes from a.) something I can't recall or b.) sleeping on Futon (An American Tragedy). At any rate, I didn't recall posting my poorly spelled missive of last night.... and thus I was quite surprised to see it when I looked at my blog this morning. It is interesting to me that I decided I loved and missed G. in my state of last evening - also interesting that I couldn't spell "hiccups," though I did try to sound it out. Medusa and I attempted to reconstruct last night, and I believe our antics can be traced directly back to sangria and champagne (though not really champagne, as it was from Spain). I had quite the soul-searching conversation with that English boy I mentioned, who right about now should be at some lame bar watching England play Ecuador (Is that spelled right? I'm not sure) in the world cup. Or maybe that's over? I don't really know how long soccer matches take....

Medusa is busy with the self-loathing, and i'm trying to make her stop with that. It's not good for a person. This afternoon we're going to go hang out with our friend with a baby, and then who knows what will happen next. I feel like we should stay home and behave like responsible adults today, though the likelihood of that is probably small.

All is Pain

A. Dr.Medusa has clearly made something happen with somebody while I have the hick ups.

B, I megt some Englishh Bohy who clearly was not ointo it.,

C. I hate Hickups.

D. I miss my sweett love G.

E. Whhy is this mhy fate?

xo
Dr. Crazy

Almost Time to Go Out Again!

Well, I know you all were waiting excitedly for pictures, but I couldn't figure out how to post pics from Medusa's computer, so this will have to wait for later/another day/? The pictures are quite glorious, however, and I suspect we will take even more this evening. At any rate, and as the title indicates, it is nearly time to go out yet again, and I cannot believe that this is the case. After I posted this morning, I had to return to bed because I couldn't face the day. Then Medusa and I rose at approximately 1:30 PM, realizing that we needed to call a bunch of people, go to the store to buy incredients for cupcakes, eat something, make the cupcakes, and get ready for Medusa's birthday celebration, for which people are meeting at 6-ish. Yep, that's right, like 15 minutes from now. Medusa is drying her hair. I am done with the primping, but I should go frost the cupcakes. I have decided to wear flat shoes even though they are not as flattering as heels because I feel like I might be a danger to myself in high-heeled shoes. Ok, enough. I should go and frost away.

In Which I Wonder Whether It's Normal For Forehead To Throb As If It Was Slammed Repeatedly into Concrete

Wowza. Head hurts very bad. Medusa and I were out very late indeed. There was wine. And then there was whiskey. And then I believe there was beer. And there was a party.... and somebody put me to bed (to couch?) at the party because I had put my head down on the kitchen table to have a little rest, and apparently when you're in a house full of strangers it's not kosher to have a little rest at the table. Apparently. You will be happy to hear that Medusa and I did have the presence of mind to take some (non-identifying) photographs last evening, and so when she returns to consciousness we'll be posting those, I suspect. You know what I wish? I wish Dunkin Donuts made deliveries.

From the Road

Howdy, all! Well, I've arrived in Grad School City and I'm writing from Dr. Medusa's tower and the thunder is beginning to rumble outside. At any rate, I'm very excited for this long weekend, and I suspect that Med and I will post periodically to tell of our adventures. We're also considering doing a happy hour.... maybe Monday? Not sure. At any rate, as I'll be here until Wednesday, I will not post for a bit about my ruminations re: identity, academia, the state of the profession, the market, etc. But those issues aren't off the table, they're just tabled for the moment :) Thus, until I return to them, thanks all for your comments on the last post - whether supportive, in commiseration, or somewhere in between. It helps.

Ok, I think I need to go find a cocktail or something.... Or read up on Cat Astrology (Med bought me a book about it in the checkout line of the grocery store! What did I do to deserve such an awesome friend????)

Musings on Academic Identity....

One's academic identity is a strange thing. It's linked in many respects to one's "real life" identity, but it is also this weird fragmented thing all its own, which mutates and and morphs based on the company one keeps - am I with grad student friends? friends from conferences? and which conferences are we talking about here? current colleagues at the institution at which I work? students? former students? and I suppose even virtual friends in the blogosphere (for surely "Dr. Crazy" is, in fact, one of my academic identities...)? I suppose I'm thinking about all of this in part because I've just returned from a conference that only happens every other year. Some of the people whom I know through this conference I see at other events or I might run into at MLA, but for the most part, it's only every other year that I see them, and thus it shines a light on the ways in which my academic identity moves and changes. Also, this conference tends to attract a academics who work at certain kinds of institutions that tend not to resemble my current institution but rather my grad school institution. When I began attending as a grad student, I felt like an outsider because I was a grad student, but still I think I felt a certain sense of belonging because of my institutional affiliation. Now, I feel like an outsider in some ways because of my institution - and because of my generational status in this field, and because of my sex, because even if literary studies tends to be feminized, whoa nelly is this particular sub-area stuck in a sexist past in at least some respects and related to at least some individuals - but I also feel a certain sense of greater belonging because I am now an actual colleague and I now have actual "friends" when I attend this thing - I'm no longer a novice. Incidentally, the return is still all fucked up - I don't know why - so this will be a big long paragraph and I'll have to fix it when I get to a decent computer that is not my mother's ancient machine that connects to the internets with the dial-up. But to continue. I suppose one reason that I'm thinking about all of this is that I've been seriously considering going on the market this year (i.e., I've decided that I will do this and I'm strategizing about how to do this both discreetly and yet with the blessing of certain key people in my department) and as I consider this, I know that I am a different person now from the person who went on the market in 2002. I've grown up as an academic in many ways, but also, well, I wonder how to characterize myself in light of how I've grown up. And I wonder whether any of it makes a difference anyway, given the state of the market and the state of the profession. I know I've done good work as a scholar in the past three years, but can that override the fact that I'm in a teaching institution with a 4/4 load? Do I want it to? I'm basically happy in my current position, so should I stop whining and be happy with what I've got? Is the fact that I feel like my current location is a dating wasteland really reason enough to consider leaving (and this, more than anything, is the main thing that is motivating me)? Do I really want to start over someplace new? Even if it might end up being worse? I'll be writing more about this in the coming weeks, but these are my initial thoughts/questions/ramblings. And it's all related to this identity thing - who I see myself as right now and who I see myself becoming. The bottom line is that in my current position, I kind of see myself becoming a burnt out teacher, a mediocre scholar, and a lonely spinster. Not immediately, but within the next 15 years. And that's just not who I want to become. But maybe what I'm seeing as a certain future is really more about fear than about reality, and so I suppose I want to blog about these things to think them through. I will say this, however. When I got my job, my dissertation director said to me, "This sounds like a good first job." At the time, I thought he was being insulting. Now? Well, I think I might agree with him. Since I pretty much need to construct him as my antagonist at all times - the mean daddy who is always wrong and who doesn't appreciate me - well, the fact that I think he might have been right and not being a jerk to me kind of kills me :)

Back Stateside, Recovering

This will be a sort of listy scattered post, as I'm still kind of a mess after the symposium. Why, you ask? Well, put together a) very little sleep, b) a miserable head-cold, c) jet lag, and d) conversations that veer wildly between the professional, the personal, and the just plain random, and, well, you'd be a bit of a mess as well. Something funky is going on and the return
key isn't working, and so I will have to just post this in stream-of-consciousness style. Or maybe it is working and it just isn't registering on the screen... whatever the case, I shall ramble about my trip. 1) All conference everything was late, and LOTS of papers ran long. Everyone kept complaining about the conference paper format, the fact that people went on too long, etc., but if everybody agrees that this sucks, why is it this way? A question for the ages. 2) My paper went fine - very small audience as I was up against the Famous People, and that was fine by me as I wasn't particularly into my paper, anyway. 3) I met a great many people this time around (it's the 4th time I've been to this conference, and it's so much better when it's small) and saw many old friends and made new ones. 4) Wednesday night I ended up playing a drinking game in some bar with an English Rugby team of 18-21-year-old boys. They were darling. My friend ended up trading socks with someone in some after hours place where people's bags got stolen. We all ended up going home when the rest of the world was going to work. That was the craziest night. 6) Ummm.... I'm not sure what else. At any rate, though, I started getting sick on Wednesday and just totally ignored it, which was not smart, and so my flight home was miserable. My bag, however, was not lost on the return, and my cold is dissipating, and I hope I'll be back to my happy self by Friday, when I fly to Grad School City to celebrate Grad School Friend's birthday. I think my summer class is not going to make it's enrollment, and this makes me kind of happy. That said, I kind of can't wait to go home to my own bed with my little kitty cat, who missed me during my journey, but who really loves staying with his grandparents. I guess that's it for now. I have to go catch up on my blog reading!

Hunky-Dory? Well, kinda....

I'm not sure if I spelled "hunky-dory" right, but I couldn't resist the whole play on "Hunky" thing, as, well, being of Hungarian descent, I must take advantage of being able to use such a term. At any rate, I have arrived in Hungary safely on Thursday. My luggage has yet to arrive, though the hotel people seem hopeful that it might come today. Apparently, this is a normal problem when traveling to Budapest. FYI, I had only one bag, only one connecting flight, which was in the states, and my connecting flight arrived two full hours before the direct flight to Europe was to take off. Friends, I do believe that this is total bullshit. I'm not sure if it's my destination or Delta that's to blame, but thank god I'm paranoid and I packed clean undies, all my toiletries, and an extra shirt in my carry-on. Also, thank god that all the stores take visa, as I've been busy shopping during the past two days.

In other news, I had a kind of dramatic series of experiences at St. Istvan's yesterday, which I've diarized about and which I will post about on my return home.

Nothing else to report, though I'm exicted for the Symposium to begin. Oh, and I'm LOVING the food. Pork fried in breadcrumbs? Yummmmmmmmyyyyyy.

The above is why I will never be truly thin.

Perhaps more once before I leave - perhaps not. I must now away to the opening of the symposium! Yippee!

Well, See, I Have This Blog...

[Before I get into the meat of this post, I want you all to congratulate me on the fact that I spent the day doing laundry and writing my paper for the conference (pedestrian though all of the ideas therein are - which, of course, I only realize now that the paper is 90% of the way completed) and beginning packing for my travels. I also booked my flight to visit my grad school friend. I am very productive.]

Since I began blogging what is now lo almost 2 years ago, I have kept this activity very quiet. Only one person in my real life actually reads my blog and really knows about it. I've mentioned the fact that I blog to a few other people, and they just really aren't the type to be interested, and so that's where the discussion of my blogging began and ended with them. As a blogger, I'm pretty much in the closet.

I don't have any particular reason for keeping things this way. When I began blogging I was somewhat paranoid about people (i.e., colleagues) finding out about my blog, but that really isn't the case anymore. Now, I think I just keep things quiet out of habit. Yes, I still have a pseudonym, but I'm pretty free in revealing my identity to those who are curious enough to ask, and I know that some of you have deduced my identity by other means. This is fine with me.

So I've done something now that is... novel. I've told a person - a real person - about my blog.

Except this person isn't really a real person in some ways. Well, he's real - he's not imaginary - but this person... let's call him... J. ... well, I met him right before I began this job, and really we've only physically been in the same place like three times, but somehow we have become pen-pal type friends. And I got in touch with him a few days ago (because in the summer I like to email boys randomly) after not having heard from him in a while (like months) to learn that he quit his job to travel for the past few months and he directed me to his travel blog, and I mentioned that I have a blog, and he asked me for the url so that he can check it out.

Huh.

And I hesitate to give him the URL.

Why? What does it matter, really? How is it that the most public writing I do in this context makes me feel weird and shy?

Note: I do not know J. in a work-related context, so this is not why I hesitate. In fact, we have absolutely nothing in common except each other, so telling him about the blog - and letting him see it - is ultimately a really low-risk move.

And yet I hesitate.

I think I'm just chicken. What if this person thinks my blog is lame? What if my blog is lame? I mean, I know that you all don't think it is (I'm not fishing for compliments), but what if this real-life person who isn't exactly part of my real life thinks that I'm a big loser?

This is ridiculous. Enough with the wishy-washiness. Enough with the insecurity. It's time that J. learns about my secret "Dr. Crazy" identity. I certainly hope that I don't regret this decision.

Summer's Here - And Where Has Dr. Crazy Been?

Ok, so before I get to the why of it all (for there is a why of it, and it's a lame why) here's what I've been doing:

1. Counseling friends about their love-lives. (An activity that I enjoy, even though clearly I am no expert in this area so all friends should be very suspicious of all advice that is dispensed.)
2. Counseling my mom about the job that she hates. (Something I've been doing since I was like 10? She always hates her jobs.)
3. Writing in my journal, having deep introspective thoughts about the state of my soul, etc. This is a lot more fun than it sounds.
4. Laying out. Yep, you've got it: I've been lying beneath the rays of the hot sun so as to roast myself like a rotisserie chicken and to turn a nice golden brown color. I have almost, after approximately 5 straight days dedicated to lying poolside, achieved "Tannest Woman Alive" (for me, which isn't really all that tan, as I'm not olive-skinned) status.
5. Reading books about Eastern European country that I'm visiting in just one week's time! Also making many lists of what I might like to pack for said trip. Also wondering what it will be like to go on said trip without good-friend-who-doubles-as-my-conference-boyfriend at this conference every two years.
6. As of yesterday, beginning to write conference paper for conference that I will go to in just one week's time!
7. Editing duties for the mini-journal, which go along as well as can be expected I suppose.
8. Drinking wine, in preparation for my trip to Eastern European country that I will visit in just one week's time! (A nice healthy tolerance for alcohol is of great use for the conference that I will attend.)
9. Reading Chelsea Handler's book My Horizontal Life - hilarious!
10. Trying to learn imperative words in Eastern European language before my trip. (So far, I know yes and no. Also, I do know the word for underwear in this language because I am descended from people who come from this country. Why "underwear" is the word that has been passed down through the ages, I do not know. However, for a girl like me, I'm thinking that it might come in handy?)

But if you really want to know why I've not blogged, it's because I'm a dork who accesses the internets through her university, and my university's server or system or whatever has decided that it will not let anybody access any blogspot blogs or the blogger site. No, I'm not kidding. Apparently they are "working on the problem." And so I've been keeping up with people's posts through bloglines (as I am very resourceful) and forcing myself to take a break from blogging thinking that it would be good for me. I knew that I had enough of this break when I had a dream about blogging last night and a couple of nights ago.

I hope all is well in blogworld, and I certainly hope that I will be able to blog more frequently in days and weeks to come. I definitely will try to blog at least once from Eastern European Country (henceforth known as EEC). Oh, and I should note my travel plans in June more concretely here: I'm flying out of Hometown, as my Man-Kitty stays with his grandparents for long trips, so I head there on Tuesday. Then I leave for EEC, and I return on June 16. Then I'll be in Hometown for like a week, and then I head to Grad School City to visit my best friend from grad school who will be turning 40. Then I head back to Hometown, and if I'm not teaching in July, I stay there through the 4th, but if I AM teaching in July, I leave to return to my current location to be ready to start teaching. Whew! So it's going to be a busy month, and I'm pretty excited. Of course, I may end up in negative dollars by the end of it, but this is no matter. One must live for today without worrying about petty things like finances.

Gearing Up for Summer

Well, as you all know, my academic year is done. And for the past couple of days, I've been pretty much as lazy as it is possible for a human being to be. I mean, even the Man-Kitty is beginning to find me boring. I lie around, I nap, I read, I nap, I eat, I talk on the phone, I go to bed. This is not because I have nothing to do - in fact, I've got kind of a lot to do. But shifting gears into summertime mode isn't the easiest thing for me. Without teaching to give order to my days, I have a hard time getting into a routine.

The other thing that makes getting into a routine almost impossible is that I am going to Europe in mid-June, so pretty much as soon as I get a routine going I'm going to screw the whole thing up. And then there's the fact that when I come back from Europe, should the enrollment make, I'm teaching a summer class, which will be yet another different schedule. And then it's August, and well, time to get ready to go back to school again, right?

Now. What do I need to accomplish this summer?

1. Write conference paper/present it.
2. Revise mini-article/finish editing mini-journal.
3. Get back in the groove of working out and eating like a rational human being.
4. Get tan. (I mean, really - what's the point in all of this education if one can't lie in the sun at least a little bit?)
5. Get shit together so as to go on the market (as I think it's really something I've got to do, whether I dread doing it or want to move or whatever).

This doesn't seem like that much, except for that I'm deliberately leaving a bunch of crap off of my list because I know I won't get it done, even though I want to get it done. Like, for example, I really do want to beat my dissertation into a real manuscript and get a proposal together and get it out there. Like, for example, I really would like to have some kind of boyfriend. Realistically, though, these two things will just not be achievable this summer. Ugh.

Ah well. Enough of this whining (or if it's not whining it will become whining momentarily). I'm going to go eat some sort of bad-for-me food and lie around some more. (I blame my cat for this turn toward a life of sloth. He is a bad role model.)

Should Have Quit While I Was Ahead

Ok, so my eHarmony membership was to have run out on the 10th, but because I didn't change a setting or something they automatically renewed me (charging me for it, which is annoying). And so, thinking since I paid for it anyway, I decided to respond to a bunch of people, not really paying attention - and I responded to a guy I know. Like know in real life. He had worked at my university, and I met him like twice, so I don't know him know him, but still. Of course, because I am a space cadet, I didn't realize I knew him until he emailed my work email. Yeah, that's right - he completely eschewed the whole "stages of communication thing" and emailed my "real" email. I feel like that is both creepy and annoying. Ugh. I totally should pay more attention to a. the people around me and b. the pictures on this thing. It's just that at a certain point all of the dudes run together picture-wise, and so I've stopped scrutinizing them until things move along a bit more. Sigh. I hate online dating. It's so lame.

Jiggity Jig (As in, Home Again)

Well, my faithful readers, I have somehow survived the long weekend in Hometown. It's times like these that I know that it's for the best that I do not live there, as if I did I don't think I would be able to survive all of the going out and the madness. Now, I know what you're thinking: if I lived there full-time, things wouldn't be so mad, right? Yeah, I think that's a false assumption, looking at the fashion in which my friends who live there conduct their lives. No, it's good that I only do it up like that a few times a year.

So yesterday I packed up my little Man-Kitty into his new carrying case and we headed home. While the Man-Kitty does like his new carrying case much more than his old one, he was miffed that we had to leave my parents' house. He's very into visiting them. It almost makes me feel bad, except this morning when he woke up he was all snuggly and purry, and I believe that signifies that ultimately he really does like me best. (Of course, what choice does he have, really, since when we're at home I'm all he's got?)

But so now it's time to work. I've got a paper to revise, a paper to write from scratch, and that special issue of that mini-journal to put together. The likelihood of me making any progress on these projects is approximately .05%. The reality is that I will probably take to my bed with a book and laze about today, although I will feel guilty for doing so. So I suppose this post is done, and I will leave you with a picture of the Man-Kitty in his new Carrying Case. He's such a ham.

"Real" Boy-Craziness vs. "Imaginary" Boy-Craziness

Well, since posting last night I hung out with my parents, talked on the phone about my Tale of Craziness from Wednesday night, got a lovely and long night's sleep, and did some preliminary internet investigation related to a person whom my friends are variously calling Dr. Menudo (related to his high school hair-cut), Dr. Strangelove, and, perhaps my favorite, "Big Papi." With an overall sense of well-being washing over me, I've been doing some reflecting this morning, and my (scattered) thoughts are the following:

• No longer being a babe in the woods, I am under no illusions about what Wednesday night probably was in terms of "making smart choices" (being "smart" was the absolute last thing on my mind), finding a lasting relationship out of those events (umm, unlikely), or well, whatever. But what's awesome is that in my 20s, when this sort of thing happened more regularly, I would have spent the subsequent 48 hours wondering if the dude "liked" me or beating myself up for being easy. This time, I have just been thoroughly enjoying the fact that it happened without feeling guilty. This is fantastic.
• "Real" boy-craziness - i.e., thinking about a boy (well, man) with whom one has... spent some time... is infinitely more satisfying than the rigamarole with the online dating. Why? Well, because it's not grounded in what basically amounts to a resume. It's grounded in some sort of chemistry - which is the one thing that all of the compatibility matching and such cannot guarantee. Yes, I've met people with whom I'm "compatible" personality-wise, but I have not met people in the online arena with whom I've felt any sort of electricity. And thus, I think one of the things that I disliked about it was how it frustrated any boy-craziness in which I engaged at the moment of first meeting. I love boy-craziness. It's so fun, and such a fine way to spend one's time. Having it disappointed or thwarted at the moment of meeting is a real let-down.
• While "real" guys may let a girl down ultimately, so too may the imaginary ones, even if the boy-craziness isn't immediately thwarted. I think that I looked at the online dating thing, albeit with a heavy dose of cynicism, as a potential "answer" to the problem of disappointment in love. If only I "matched" with a person online that this would then eliminate some of my (admittedly wide) margin of error. The problem is, I'm not the sort who really buys into the idea that one can shop for a mate like one shops for most things on the internet - comparing costs and features, thinking about the look of the thing, etc. Much as with shopping for a properly fitted pair of trousers (the bane of my existence), I can only do this thing in person because I'm a "hard fit." Maybe. Or so I think at the moment.
• As for the whole "margin of error" thing, as much as I want a lasting, committed relationship, I wonder if I'm really ready for it. I feel like I "should" be ready, but the thought of giving up all Wednesday Nights like this past one in favor of "settling down" really doesn't sound too appealing to me - not in the abstract without a person attached to it. I'm thinking that maybe I've put the cart before the horse here - that what I need to do is to find a person who inspires that desire to move on to serious commitment rather than having "serious commitment" as the agenda before there's even a person in mind.

So. Today I'm going to go and work at the Family Store for a bit, and then I am going to go with FHS (Friend from High School), her friend H., and FFH's mom shopping and to dinner. Tomorrow I'm spending the morning with my mom, and then I have FFH's graduation and party. Sunday I'm (obviously) spending mother's day with my mother, and then home again home again jiggity jig on Monday.

Oh, and I should probably mention related to the dude of Wednesday night: given the strange circumstances of the night/morning, no contact information was exchanged between us. That said, the great thing about hooking up with people with whom you went to high school is that this doesn't need to make a difference unless you want it to. I'm not sure what I'm thinking about any future contact with him at the moment, but the option is open, should one of us choose to explore it.

Postcard from the Edge: An Update from the Road

Hello, everybody! I certainly wish that you could all be here in cold, drizzly Hometown with me on this fine Thursday. Just to give you a sense of my activities since my arrival, I thought I'd jot you a quick note. Suffice it to say that I am currently operating on 3 hours of sleep (from 7AM to 10 AM), that I went to... six?.... bars last night, two of which were having their karaoke nights, that while we had every intention of making it an early night and we did get a ride home by midnight, Friend From High School and I then called another friend to pick us back up (after we'd eaten a fortifying greasy sandwich) to go to another bar, and we ended up in a limo (totally odd) with a lawyer and a chiropractor formerly known as cool boys in high school, after which we then watched a Tom Clancy Novel Movie in the lawyer's parents' basement. Oh, and did I mention that the whole Field of Dreams theory totally works (at least for a probably casual encounter), that the dry spell is over, and that "just right" in person is very, very easy to determine? Yeah, 'cause that's why I got no sleep. The summer is off to a rockin' start indeed, my friends, a rockin' start indeed.