{{{sj}}} Good thoughts that your appointment goes well.

In New to Amuse:

A few weeks back, at Sakura-con, Lewis bought a t-shirt that had a parody of a Very Famous Painting screened on it.

He wore it yesterday and Abby took one look and said, "Oh my God, what did they do to Dali's Persistence of Memory?"

Dudes-- I have a twelve-year-old who knew the artist and the name of the piece.

All I could say was "I'm so proud." All Lewis could say was "I'm so scared."

And was outraged what they did to it. Way to raise up a person, Barb. Good on you.

When I saw the Dali exhibit, I was surprised at how tiny the actual Persistence of Memory is. Much smaller than prints of it usually are.

My father has a similar shirt, with the clocks replaced by guitars. He also recently got me a shirt with a picture of a melting Rubik's cube on it. I'm not quite sure what that one is supposed to mean, but he says that he saw it and decided that I had to have it. (I'm sure my mother was consulted, because there's no way he would have figured out what size to get me on his own.)

went to baseball game with friends instead of packing. Had lots of coke-cola at game to stay awake. Was hoping it would keep me awake a bit to work into the night. Not working. Thinking sleep would be better. Ack. Movers come Friday morning. Must pack iMac and side screen, dismantle corner desk unit, unwire & pack entertainment center, and pack clothes. And clean. Thankfully they are doing the kitchen, but still have to do dishes so they can do kitchen. Ack! Not. Quite. Panic... (yet).

Breathe, omnis. You'd do fine.

When I saw the Dali exhibit

With me! Ah, memories. Persisting.

A few weeks back, at Sakura-con, Lewis bought a t-shirt that had a parody of a Very Famous Painting screened on it. He wore it yesterday and Abby took one look and said, "Oh my God, what did they do to Dali's Persistence of Memory?"

I admit it: that picture exceeded my expectations of a parody of a Dali painting.

Bitches, I need advice.

On this French study group I've made, there's a guy. Said guy and I differ on our ways of study, to the point where it takes us good 3-5 minutes to understand each other's questions and meanings. It's insipid and irritating and feels like so much energy is just spend there, on understanding one another questions and explanations. If it was just me and him, I'd break it up, but there are two other persons with us. One understands both of us and mediate between the both of us, and I suspect that the other has hard time understanding the guy as well.

Do I quit the group I started the first place? Ask the guy to leave? Clearly there's a problem here, and there's only so much I can do - but I can't change my native tongue to Russian nor have the knowledge of 3 years in linguistics he has.

Hey, Barb, did Lewis ever hear anything on that job?