Will you be teaching next fall, omnis?

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Hey Sean, if you are around ping me.

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:: blush ::

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Will you be teaching next fall, omnis?

Technically I don't "teach". Only faculty "teach" in the UC system. I "instruct". But yes, I seem to instruct nearly every time I have student crew, which is about 3 days a week in the afternoons. And then sporadically in the actual classroom. Last week I "instructed" how to use the mixer I didn't know, and got a lot of light bulb moments (one student, who used the mixer last year, said "I would have woke up at 6am to learn that!". Yes, I was all puffy chested and beamful at that moment). Today was starting to instruct about the system I used for 11 years at old SoCal job, so thankfully can teach at the drop of a hat... which is what I did! yikes.

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Allright! Sounds like Shir will get her wish.

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Wait, what? What is this pamabrom? I have horrendous cycle-related backaches, to the point I can hardly stand up. OTC painkillers don't touch it.

Caffeine-free Midol, man. It's a diuretic and it really helps with menstrual backaches, for me.

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I am so fucking evil, y'all.

I just had an interview with one of the big review magazines for a multicultural feature in their January issue and she asked about my audience and how I saw myself being marketed and presented and I said something to the effect of rather than seeing myself marketed at Latina audiences, I saw myself as a Cuban-American author-- someone who's as much Latina as American, in as much as anyone can be considered an American these days and that I saw my audience as anyone, adult or YA, Latina or not, who enjoyed good contemporary fiction. That I thought we all did ourselves a disservice if we limited ourselves in terms of who we might appeal to.

::blinks innocently::

(Crazy Pants had made a point of saying I'd been marketed exclusively to a Latina audience which is a blatant lie, among all the other bullshit the twatwaffle was attempting to spin.)

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OK, putting my damp pants back on to go to the store. My car seat's wet so no point in wearing dry clothes. I do have dry feet and it's a great excuse to wear my cute red rubber boots! Got to get bananas for the new hanger and brownies for which to be birthday cake.

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(Crazy Pants had made a point of saying I'd been marketed exclusively to a Latina audience which is a blatant lie, among all the other bullshit the twatwaffle was attempting to spin.)

You mean Crazy(C)(R)(TM) Pants(C)(R)(TM)?

(Yes, I'm still hung up on just how much she has plastered (C)(R)(TM) all over her entire everything. I half expect her to tattoo (C)(R)(TM) all over her vajayjay next, and then send out a C&D letter to all 3.5 billion women on the planet.)

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Hey Sean, email me or hop onto IM.

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