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Three trailers online.
…from not one, but two Thursday night classes means I come home smelling way more like cigarette smoke than I ever want to again.
Oh, and I know more about nipple piercing among the young folk than I really needed to know. (No, not in the way you’re thinking.)
…worrying about your little world falling apart.
There’s only so long you can feel stuck, right? On the horizon: international travel, a cross-country move, an uncertain professional future. This morning I feel like I can handle whatever opportunities present themselves, but God knows what I’ll feel like tomorrow.
Apropos of nothing:
Consider all of this data, collectively, as Hint #4. No one has even attempted a guess, yet. To review: L got a tenure-track job in a different state; I have a research leave in the fall and will be moving with L; starting in the spring, I will come back to teach my classes. At some point in the hopefully near future, L’s institution might hire me, or my institution might hire L. Your task: guess where we’re moving.
It occurs to me that I’ve only ever met two Miriams in my life, and they’re both English professors who blog. I wonder: Am I the only person to have met both Miriam Jones and Miriam Burstein?
Me: Hmm. Bad news from the world of music.
L: Really? What?
Me: Apparently, Paul Rodgers is now singing for Queen.
L: That’s not bad news. That’s terrible news of epic proportions.