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.

Trying to find my henna.

Heh-- your mention of henna reminded me of my doofus moment of the week. Friday night I went to go color my hair and didn't realize, until I'd emptied the tube, that what I was squeezing into the activator was the conditioner-- not the color.

Whoops.

I still have dull hair.

Hang in there Shir! I know you can do it. Fluffy is waiting for you, when ever you want. Just call ahead so I can fake illness and leave work to greet ya!

I wanna live in Laura's dream. Especially the part of scantily clad women rubbing skin lotion. Nice! Very detailed remembering of dream.

Seska, I have a nueromuscular disease and get around on for arm crutches, hence the curiosity. Back at the end of Bush (I) realm here in the US, he signed the Americans with Disabilites Act (ADA) that put out a ton of guidelines to make the world more friendly for folks with disabilities. Does the UK have anything like that? I haven't been there yet, so I can't guess, but my time in Australia (part of the commonwealth and all) was very disabled-accommodating (golly that sounds like a weird phrase, but I'm still waking up).

OK, off to work for me. Woot. The partial day off yesterday was nice. I need 4 more full ones. And today, opening night, the weather has decided to open the skies and drop an ocean of water (line from the play... life imitating art?), and where is my rain parka? Ayup, in the car. :: sigh ::