What TRP calls "the Ether."

Nine months since a post is too long, too long (old lady down the lane). But it does feel like, in 2010, blog voices are swirling in the wind, like the virtuous pagans. It ain't what it was, and it ain't even what is it.

However, though, when six of the nine (easy, Sandberg, easy) are lousy, and you have to look at/reach for/fear the deep, then blogging (the most adorable and gashiest of communication) takes a back seat.

1) I'm sniffing the sixth month of unemployment. And in Tennessee, you can't rely on the week-to-week promise the UIC offers you. Motherfuckers.
2) Those reading this blog know what K's "advisor" did to her in June. Let's just say it's good that "X" and I don't hang out with the same people/in the same bars/near the same part of town. Because what he did would normally result in a few missing teeth or a bloody beaker.
3) Vis a vis #1, I can't insure my wife's meds. And V***erbilt is shitty about that.
4) I have a l**** i**** I'm dealing with. Bring it!
5) Through it all, I have the most positive outlook that one in my sitch could have. I don't know how those who don't roll deep get through it. I sleep terribly..but I love my wife, my friends, my parents, my dog, and that is what is what is is. And not what "it is." What "is is."

How are y'all?

Oh, the times, they are a(re'nt) changing

1. We're not leaving Nashville, after all. K has accepted a 1-2 year post doctoral lectureship at Vanderbilt. I do what I'm told.
2. My application to the Metro-Nashville/Davidson County Police academy is complete. I wait.
3. My application to the teaching fellows program went nowhere. I'm 0 for 2 with them.
4. There's plenty of support for people getting PhDs and writing dissertations. Why does nobody care about spouses of people writing dissertations? I wish.
5. Nora, saints be praised for Nora.
6. Cleaning, cooking, shopping. I do a lot of it.
7. Would people in Nashville PLEASE stop bumping into Wyatt when I leave him places?
8. I'm supposed to be running a lot. I'm not running a lot.
9. Finally, I don't care what you think. Not anymore. I've decided to pull an Albert Brooks and take the bus back rather than than regret the train forward.
10. There is still much here that is holy, this aberration in the heartland of the real. Let's regain our grip on things.
11. Thank you, Drew.
12. Follow the bouncing ball.
14. Now everyone...