Argh! They revised our Snowmageddon forecast upward. It was 3-6 inches, but now it's 5-8. Not on, Mother Nature. NOT ON.

I have a job interview downtown at noon tomorrow. A snow day will make things excessively complicated! (Unless, I guess, they close the public library. Would they do that?)

I am more happy than sad that I pretty much don't get weather days anymore--but I'm definitely most happy that weather days are not going to involve snow. It's a really difficult thing to believe in, if you ever manage to give yourself distance from the reality.

And I am *so* good with that, you don't even know.

Managed to talk sis down a bit from her upset at the latest student shenanigans (this was "I thought I should tell you this while I'm not a student. See you for my master's!" type of unwanted informations) which is nice, but I still can't wrap my head around the why of it all.

And said talking down has ravaged my throat, but I still need to talk to Mumsy and Dada today, since I think I missed last weekend.

The nurse asked me if all her alternative suggestions were welcome, and I told her that I probably wasn't going to follow any of the advice, so maybe she should do less.

And then she gave me two healers' phone numbers on her way out, so clearly trying to be polite was stupid. At least there's kind of an opening to say "Actually, now that you mentioned it (a week ago), I'd explicitly prefer if you didn't." Or the passive version of that...

David - what a cool thing your college friend is doing for his daughter.

Geoff was one of my freshmen when I was an RA, so I'll always think of him as a gangly 18 y.o. It is strange to realize that the three year difference between a freshman and a senior (which was huge at the time) means he's almost 50 now.

All of my freshmen (and I'm in touch with a lot of them) still treat me with a bit of deference which is a relic of the origin of our friendship. It feels good, certainly, to know I'm respected that way. But also odd (vestigal?), as I'm not in a mentor type relationship with them as I was then.

I have very fond memories of hanging out with Geoff in the lounge watching Bugs Bunny cartoons and sharing X-men comics back in the day. He's a published writer now with two teen girls and just as sweet and funny now as he was as a kid.

Speaking of sleeping habits - Tilda Swinton sleeping in a glass box at MOMA. [link]

(Unless, I guess, they close the public library. Would they do that?)

They might, although I don't know if 5-8 inches is enough to make them close it.

She's just had her third female student send her a "so help me god, I want you too much to be able to keep this to myself one second longer" email.

That's bananas. Now I want to know about faculty in general -- are most profs getting propositioned all over the place??

speaking for myself: NO

Hee.

It was nice out, if kind of cold, today, but now it is colder and windy and blustery and staring to snow. No thank you.