Welcome to September! The girl was scanned from a flyer advertising a fashion show at the Bovine Sex Club. If you know who drew it/owns it, please let me know. I myself have no idea, and I'd rather not steal original artwork if I can help it.

My dad came by yesterday with the final piece of furniture to complete our master plan: the computer desk. The idea is that we need a place for the computer and also a place for the Boy & I to work on various paper projects. Over the last two years I would periodically lay seige to the kitchen table and render it useless for any other purpose, most notably during practicum. Now that I'm doing the professional year-long practicum, I thought it might be best to have a permanent space to juggle papers & books. Besides, the Boy'll need the space as well...when I was doing my undergrad, I can't think of how many hours I spent in bed with my university texts on my knees. And while that's fine for reading, it's terrible for note-taking, which is a necessary activity if you want to retain anything at all.

The only problem is that the computer desk is to shallow to accommodate both the monitor and the keyboard. We've improvised a way around this by sticking a superfluous shelf board under the monitor and out in front, so that the keyboard balances on the small shelf. The whole thing looks and feels oddly like a plank, but since I'm working the pirate angle pretty hard these days, there's nothing wrong with that.

I changed my mind and went out last night. I had forgotten about the student-teacher housewarming party last night, and well, once I was out, I was out. Besides, I have an American present for Stacy and I was hoping to give it to her.

So I got all tarted up in my new black and yellow striped tights, silver lipgunk and silver jacket (I decided that I was a mechanical bee princess) and we went to Ikebana's housewarming. The looks I got! Wow. Most people at the party are Maritimers in economic exile, including a lot of Mount A people. And the way they stared at me, you'd think that we were still on the East Coast. Hey, this is *my* city, fuckers! I've had two years of those looks. It's my time to shine.

Spoke to Fred & Arch & Bill Nye at length...we all huddled together on the roof in an instinct of self-preservation and spoke of our fears for the week ahead. The first two have almost no idea what they'll be teaching. Same with Ikebana. I don't feel so bad now.

At the Garden, we sat lonesome until Dana took us under his wing and brought us to the table. A pleasant night, but one that lacked all of the people who make my heart sing. I can't remember the last time that happened. But we did meet a few nice folks, and I was able to semi-drown my anxieties.

Not a good night. Not a bad one either. Just a night.

2 years ago today: more moving-in minutia