Personal Trivia
Nov. 11th, 2005 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arisbeI have an interview set up for a week from Monday for a part time adult education gig. (And thanks to someone on my friends' list here.) Hopefully I will not have to submit to a blood test to make sure I have not smoked weed (or anything else), consumed alcohol, or engaged in social dancing in the last ten years. So wish me luck.
The interview is across the street from the agency I first worked at after defending my dissertation. I hope they fixed the bathrooms at the old place. I used to go to 26 Federal Plaza for sitdown jobs, but security is much tighter now. (For standup jobs the only problem was stepping over the homeless guy sleeping in the doorway of the men's room in the basement. One day for some reason he lay back on the sofa -- an old bus seat, actually -- outside my office, lighting wooden matches and throwing them up in the air to fall and extinguish themselves in his long yellow beard.) If I had a kind of religious experience a block away many years later, it was not the kind to be spoken of at the interview. (The pastry chef on my friends' list knows where.)
The editor of the college guides I write for has seen my essay on Peirce and postmodernism and suggests I send it with his endorsement to an eminent conservative quarterly, one of the few movement publications that haven't fallen into neocon hands. I must carefully weigh the consequences of doing that. I certainly didn't write it with a particularly peleocon audience in mind...
The interview is across the street from the agency I first worked at after defending my dissertation. I hope they fixed the bathrooms at the old place. I used to go to 26 Federal Plaza for sitdown jobs, but security is much tighter now. (For standup jobs the only problem was stepping over the homeless guy sleeping in the doorway of the men's room in the basement. One day for some reason he lay back on the sofa -- an old bus seat, actually -- outside my office, lighting wooden matches and throwing them up in the air to fall and extinguish themselves in his long yellow beard.) If I had a kind of religious experience a block away many years later, it was not the kind to be spoken of at the interview. (The pastry chef on my friends' list knows where.)
The editor of the college guides I write for has seen my essay on Peirce and postmodernism and suggests I send it with his endorsement to an eminent conservative quarterly, one of the few movement publications that haven't fallen into neocon hands. I must carefully weigh the consequences of doing that. I certainly didn't write it with a particularly peleocon audience in mind...