Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

once the rain stopped and the sunshine came out saskatoon turned out to be an alright place.

the conference has been amazing, lots of really good discussions and ideas floating around. these sorts of events really are nerd camp. i love it!

saw a lot of the faculty from my undergrad, went for dinners, had amazing chats. this week was much needed!

congress flew by, it was an amazing conference and i was genuinely happy to see so much amazing work coming out of my program. it made me feel like maybe, just maybe, i could see myself staying at york to do my PhD.

more than anything is was great to see the faculty from laurier again, i spent oodles of time hanging out with the junior faculty. most of them helped me along the way to grad school and gave me some really good advice. it was amazing to see penelope again and really have time to chat and hang out since i hadn't really had the opportunity to do that since convocation last year.

by the time i got back to toronto i was facing a full blown cold that is currently percolating its way through my body. there is nothing worse than a summertime cold let me tell you!

splurged on a few necessary office products through staples.ca today: a filing cabinet, a paper shredder... it all feels way too grown up!

if you ask any of my friends who know me really well they can tell you i've never had an easy time finding jobs... correction, finding a good job. i've been a barista, a telemarketer, an outbound call center operator... a plethora of bad jobs taken out of desperation.

this seems to have changed when i hit graduate school, this past year i have had some amazing jobs: graduate assistant, teaching assistant, you know nerdy stuff.

after TA'ing for an amazing woman this past year i received another job offer to TA for someone else, no problem, I can totally do two ta'ships and still maintain my sanity.

today i received another job offer, this one is better money and includes some office space and benefits... fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! i don't want to turn it down. the dental plan would be lovely, not to mention some office space to call my own. but now i need to figure out who i have to say no to.

goddammit! i never thought a job offer would stress me out!

my new paper shredder and filing cabinet showed up today. i've managed to shred every credit card statement i've received over the last three years.

it's fun to play office.

WWTGGD?

What Would The Golden Girls Do?

i saw rufus wainwright's new show on monday with gillian and allie... wow, i don't think he's ever disappointed me.

he played the whole new album, some old favourites and then closed the show with an AMAZING encore (i don't want to ruin it for those who might go).

my phone is so on vibrate for him :)

In the grand tradition of Marcos discovering a song 6 Months to Two years after it was released herei s a lovely little lyric spam from Rilo Kiley

Portions for Foxes
There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And It's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"

And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news

And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news

'Cause you're just damage control
for a walking corpse like me - like you

'Cause we'll all be
Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be
Portions for foxes

There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin'
then touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left

And it's bad news
I don't blame you
I do the same thing
I get lonely too

And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news

That you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
Baby you're bad news
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
and you're bad news
I don't care I like you
I like you

i'll be back in a while. in the meantime, enjoy the Goya.