Sunil! Random Buffista dream last night. Someone in DH's family had passed away and P-C naturally decided to fly to Fort Lauderdale to pay his respects. He declined to stay with us because we had so much family to deal with and booked a room at Dave's Motel on the beach. Dave's was a basic beach dive and this biker dude showed us the room and explained that although it didn't have a lock no one had ever had a problem. Ok, P-C leaves his stuff and we walk down the beach. It is apparently Spring Break and there is a mob of scantily clad college types all over the beach. Unlike a typical city sky I am trying to show P-C that there is a meteor shower going on and the sky is filled with stars like a mountain sky, with dozens of streaking meteors. P-C only sees a handful of random bright stars. Also, a chick at one of the tiki bars insists on demonstrating her skin care products using P-C as an example. He was cool with that. And then I awoke.

Wow, Laura. I never remember that level of detail of my dreams.

And going from Laura's beach to Colorado snow. I woke up to a white landscape with more snow falling. Gonna work from home. Oh joy.

Wow. That's much more interesting than my dream. I dreamed that I was buying a couch, and the salesman was telling me that one of the reasons I should buy from his store, rather than somewhere else, was that they took the tags off the couches before they sold them. (And, yes, I did wake up to find the tag of my pillow rubbing irritatingly against my neck.)

Seska, The main Israeli of the board is of course, Nilly. I don't know if you got to see her in Natter yet, but she's wonderful, and have the seniority in Israeliness and Buffistasness.

My Hat Has Three Corners, transliteration:

Lacova sheli shalosh pinot
Shalosh pinot lacova sheli
Lole hayu lo shalosh pinot
Lo haya ze hacova sheli

And now, taking care in my somewhat ground-zeroish house, followed by statistics I can't make sense of, and reading even more papers. I'm really starting to like history studies, you know? It's easy there and everyone's telling me I'm intelligent. Sociology/Anthropology, NSM. Still intelligent, but hard, when involves numbers.

Also, Dear apartment in my building with a band practice in it:

I know you're probably students. I know you probably don't have a lot of time to meet for practice. I also know you suck badly, and need said practice. But Memorial Day will start in about 3 hours, so you better shut up soon. Seriously.

Not love,
Me

Driving to work I remembered another detail. P-C loved my car and wanted to drive it, but he didn't know how to drive a standard and I didn't think the Fort Lauderdale airport was the best place to learn. That part clearly resulted from my dismal attempts to teach my son to drive a stick.

Ah dreams. My dreams very often feature crowded party type scenes. One of my woo woo friends insists that these are real parties with spirits living and dead socializing. Okay.

I know you're probably students. I know you probably don't have a lot of time to meet for practice. I also know you suck badly, and need said practice. But Memorial Day will start in about 3 hours, so you better shut up soon. Seriously.

Oh, as they say, dear. Hang in there, Shir-- homicide is not a good mix with statistics.

Nora, what's your paper on? Are you a fellow grad student? I'm writing a research methods paper at the moment, and it's driving me slightly loopy. 2000 words down, 4000 to go. And then I get to start on the Disability Studies paper of the same length (this being my actual MA subject).

I am doing a legal analysis/research paper for my Law & Higher Ed class on legal recourse available to those denied tenure. (Short version: it's a hard row to hoe.)

Yeah, basically, unless you have a handwritten note from the chair or the APT committee that says "we're not giving X tenure because's s/he's [insert protected class here]", you're kinda stuck.

ayup.

Oh, as they say, dear. Hang in there, Shir-- homicide is not a good mix with statistics.

They stopped. 30 minutes after the unofficial entrance of the day (the official ceremony, and start, is in 2 hours).

Statistics, however, aren't done with.

Trying to find my henna.