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blows against the empire

what music can’t you live without?

Communications From Elsewhere

What albums do you consider perfect, or nearly so? There are plenty of perfect songs, or tracks. I’m talking about albums on which every track is perfect, or nearly so. Here’s my short list (in no particular order)

Add your list to the comments . . . . .

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it could be called work

what books can’t you live without?

Everything Burns | A new knowledge of reality

Project: spend 5 minutes and grab 7 or 8 books (big books take up more space) from your home (or work) library. These books must actually be in your collection at the time of the excercise. Stack them up, take a digital photo, post it on your website/blog, and trackback this entry or post a comment to this entry with a link to it.

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observations

festival of tooth decay

Hallowe’en today, so we bundled the younger set into their costumes, some warm layers (it’s supposed to snow Sunday morning and it’s damn cold now), and headed off to the local shopping district to score some sweets.

The University Village was our destination, and the nippers did well, lots of loot, and a pretty consistent display of manners to all the nice folks who gave out candy. A lot of kids there, mostly pre-school age which makes sense: it’s a safe environment with a lot of similarly-minded people.

My favorite costume was the “movie theater floor.” Some kid had taken a dark T-shirt and stuck bits of popcorn, candy and wrappers to it: I guessed what it was immediately, which makes me wonder how my mind works, I suppose.

Of course, we may not see any kids here at Thistle Dew tonight: we usually only get half a dozen or so . . . .

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observations

posturing

A brief meeting with the Superior and Subordinate Professors yesterday. I was told in no uncertain terms that the Superior Professor was going to “exercise her management authority.” Trouble is, if you have to remind someone of your authority that forcefully, you might not actually have any.

Add to this, the Subordinate Professor was manifesting one of her more annoying tics, where she repeats the last syllable of each word someone says, a half-beat behind. I suppose it gives her the impression she’s following along, but I turned on her yesterday and told her to stop it. For that, I was called “hostile.” Later, it was all I could do not to laugh, as I realized they had no idea what hostile was.

The issue this time is my attendance at an educational program being held in Tacoma next week: being there will require leaving my house at 7 (in the company of the Superior Professor, one of the most inattentive motorists I have had the misfortune to ride with) and getting home Who Knows When. Since I am under a rigid workplan with mandated hours from 9:45 to 6:15, I don’t see how I could take my children to school AND go on this field trip. The Superior Professor’s solution? Public Transport. Um, I never said I didn’t have any way to get there: so how is that a solution?

By my estimates, that would take an hour and a half to two hours each way. So I’d be looking at a 14 hour day or so.

Now, it’s important to understand that someone was already been “volunteered” to take my place since the beginning of this week, so this whole exercise has been about posturing and “exercising management authority.” The workplan that I’m under is not negotiable by me, but can be changed at any time by the Professors. And when I reminded the Superior Professor that she had claimed the workplan was “non-negotiable” she first asked if anyone else was on the room, and then when she learned there were no witnesses, denied having said, adding that that’s the kind of mistake someone not trained in the law would make. I always find insulting people’s intelligence undermines one’s position, but perhaps that’s another artifact of not having been trained in the law.

Ah, one more week. I’m out today per doctor’s orders: I may have a stress fracture in my foot so schlepping all over the building on fool’s errands is not on my agenda.