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I have purchased the IKEA furniture, and assembled it. Though I had the assistance of my wife and Eric for both endeavors, I feel that the brunt of the responsibility is mine. Though, in my defense, the coffee table isn't a hideous yin-yang symbol, and the bookcases are so fucking huge that they manage to dwarf even our over-large collection of reading materials. This is good: now I can buy more books. :-)

Eric also gets a round of applause for providing the stabilizing influence during my sit-down with Nick. Though, honestly, it was pretty cool from the start. Being only one of the parties involved, I'm not going to go into details: hopefully it's enough for everyone for me to say that, in my opinion, it went really well, and I left feeling much better about the whole thing than I have in over three years.

What I'm feeling worse about with each growing week is teaching the SAT. It's not that I feel like my teaching's getting worse; it's that the fact that many of these kids are being forced into attendance by their parents is becoming more and more blindingly fucking OBVIOUS with each passing class. Getting answers out of anyone other than two or three attentive nerds (and I use the term with great affection) isn't at all like pulling teeth: it's far bloodier, and more painful. Kids fall asleep (which assures that they're getting called on next). For many of these punks the most conscientious behavior they display is reminding me that their watch says it's time to go, when I've got a solid two minutes left of teaching to do (which assures that everyone's staying put until I'm damned well finished).


I am extremely grateful for my LSAT class. They're intelligent, attentive, and enthusiastic. I'm sure much of that is due to the fact that they're choosing to take the LSAT, and not having forced upon them; the rest is mainly that they're at least four years older. But teaching that class is a goddammed oasis in my week.

Last thing for tonight (maybe): as I sit here and try to figure out if I've got the disposable income this week to grab Warren Zevon's last record in a non-pirated format, it occurs to me that, in a just universe, this wouldn't be his last record. If Tupac and Biggie and Jimi can keep churning out records from beyond the Veil, why not Warren? Death didn't stop Roland, why should it stop his creator? Surely Heaven cannot be this indifferent?

But I know, in my heart, that the morbid good humor running through every note of the final recordings will have to be enough. God damn it.
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Just got back from a whirlwind tour of Virginia yesterday. (I'd have posted something last night, but I had to go teach an LSAT class immediately upon my return, hence my mood.) We left on Sunday, spent most of the time in Richmond visiting Myles and Tovah, and a good part of Monday down in Williamsburg with Margaret and Jeremy. It was, all in all, quite a lot of fun. I was amazed at how much I liked Richmond -- it's a small city with quite a lot of character, and most of it not of the sort you'd expect from the erstwhile capital of the Confederacy. It also has a great FLGS, and a kickin' BBQ place. We'll be returning.

Also arranged to meet with Nick next week. As most of y'all know, we've been talking about this since early summer. It's going down next Tuesday, and I'm pleased to note that there will be one (1) Eric Daza in attendance, from all indicators. I'm actually looking forward to this.

In other news, I had the opportunity to read all eight issues of Joss Whedon's Fray this weekend. I recommend it to all Buffy fans, and heartily. To humans in general, I recommend G.I. Joe vs. The Transformers. My reasons should be self evident.


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