I have a bad cold, so I'm a clockwatcher today, listening to Bee empty drawers, and checking email compulsively. An email is supposed to come through with names of new managers and editors. Nothing yet, nothing yet, nothing yet.

The Good Doctor has decided to stay at the University of Minnesota for a fellowship in pulmonary and critical care and is traumatized by his decision. PB&J is crying at her desk because she didn't get a managing editor job. I want to say so much more about both, using action verbs, but am so lost myself I can't even come up with a thought in ( Read more... )

This morning, while fantasizing about starting a co-op with laid off hospital employees that provides marketing/brand strategy/communications services to non-profit and socially-responsible organizations, I got so excited I spilled coffee all over my shoulder. This after researching freelancing and feeling tired and inexperienced. Also, health ( Read more... )

I am simultaneously sick from hunger and eating too much popcorn. Life is a paradox.

Under threat of losing my job, I should be working madly on my best-selling American philosophical urban fantasy novel which will be endorsed by Jonathon Lethem on the dust jacket and will be hilarious and heart-wrending by turns. Unfortunately, stress is an idea- ( Read more... )

Perched above my head in my cubicle are two aloe plants and some kind of viney green plant, all in orange pots, which PB&J says I can take home with me when the revolution comes. On the other side of my wall, a bay window overlooks the Mississippi and the Washington Avenue bridge. Though temporary, it's a nice spot.

I'm reading Daughters of the ( Read more... )

Still talking myself back from various ledges and bridges, waiting to sneak out of here and go home. I'm tired of personal revolutions and career upheaval and relationship crises and fighting demons. I just want to go home to a clean house and watch rotten movies based on Stephen King novels with my hairless cat. Sorry, I think I'm having a bad day ( Read more... )

This afternoon I gave Bee stone and silver earrings and a card from the Tibetan shop on Hennepin Ave. This made her cry, because she is the awesomest. She told me that although working at the hospital is very difficult right now, there's no evil lurking around. At one time, she said, her husband, an Orthodox priest, came in and blessed the office ( Read more... )

I’m deep in the jungles of the home office, mulling over badger2035, WASPy privilege, an ill-advised chick with a camera and a mean-streak, and educating ourselves or other would-be allies. Even people with fine intentions aren’t good listeners-never mind sad little trolls arguing that, you know, “white is TOO a color.” I’ve twice had heated ( Read more... )

It's 9:30 a.m. I'm sitting in a Dunn Bros. on the edge of downtown Minneapolis waiting for a phone call from a kindred spirit who would like to breakfast with me. God help me, I'm about to start reading a  copy of Stephen King's "It" that appears to have gone through the wash, and although it scared the hell out of me when I was 11, I'm not sure it ( Read more... )

After reading about the 5-10% of people who got the Wiscon virus last weekend, plus at least one person hospitalized, I’m off to buy a lottery ticket and several Hello Kitty SARS masks to share next year. Face diapers!