Yes?

The main page says it's been 60 weeks since my last post.  That might be a new record, even for me. 

Truth is, lots is going in my life and lots has changed since that last post of mine.  But unlike glib_dichotomy, I don't have good friends who are regular LJers, and unlike rincemaj I haven't made lots of freinds through LJ.  So while I know my life now has too few people in it, posting to LJ feels less like connecting or reaching out and more like isolation.  I mean, if I wanted to write just to hear myself think on paper, I'd keep a journal (actually, I probably should). 

It seems to me that the whole point of journaling in public like this is to connect to other people.  When I post here, 9 times out of 10, no one responds.  That's more depressing than not posting at all.

I promised glib_dichotomy that I'd read her journal so she doesn't have to remember to tell me things.  I'm not sure I like reading about it instead of actually being told, but I'll do my best to give it a try. 

I won't be posting anymore as kale_eater, though.  I mean, really, what's the point?

Just poking my head in to say hi. At this very moment I am juggling 2 radio freelance gigs, working in a cool restaurant, running neck and neck with some other very qualified people for an amazing (and rare) fulltime radio job, and never getting any time off to see my friedns or girlfriend or to post to YOU!!!


Love you all.
xoxo

um, no

Apparently, some trucker in Ohio has chosen to run for Senate on a platform that includes supporting the death penalty for homosexualty.  Why don't I think that's going to go so well for him?  Even in Ohio.

Saving the best for last.....

WE WENT TO CABOTS!!!!!!!!!

Those of you not from suburban Boston and, more specifically, Newton (which I think is all of you) cannot possibly appreciate what this means. Since Stariel moved to Boston over a year ago I have been telling her about this amazing 50s-style icecream parlor and burger joint called Cabots. And last Thursday night, we finally went.

Now Cabots is a very special place. They make amazing potato skins. Their ice cream menu is six pages long! Their sundaes are still only $5 and so gigantic, it easily takes two to eat a small. Everything they serve is incredible.

But, more importantly, Cabots is special because I've always gone there for very special occassions: every year K-12 after dance recitals with my entire extended family, for my 16th birthday with friends, and on the only Very Very High School Date I ever went on (which didn't happen during high school, btw). Cabots is special.

And Stariel and I had an excellent time :-)

Today was something less than spectacular. After several hours of anxiously sitting around thinking about all the things I must do before setting foot in the classroom on Monday--several hours during which I was unable to do any of these things!!--I finally ended up subbing 3 periods. Disaster! The regular teacher has been out every afternoon for a week, so the kids are off the wall at this point. And they're starting to catch wind that I'm not just a regular sub, so the questions are endless.

yikes.

I'm zonked.

WARNING: you have me back, but at the price of what will probably be endless posts on knitting. Here's the first of many.

I made my first hat today. Wow, was that easy! And FAST! It was so much fun watching it shape up and seeing it go from being flat to *gasp* hat shaped!!!!!! You'll forgive me, but this is the first thing I've ever made that wasn't a scarf, so the idea that you can change the shape of knitted objects at will simply by adding or subtracting stitches and it ACTUALLY WORKS is pretty damn cool.

In sadder knitting news, I ripped out about 18" of a blue and grey striped ribbed scarf I was making for myself because I decided that it's the project from hell. It's going to be reinvented as a scarf in a different stitch pattern on bigger needles--mistake rib this time, I think--and I'm hoping it'll be better behaved in it's new incarnation. I also have made the painful decision to frog an entire wavy ribbed scarf that I made for my little sister. I do love the yarn, I really do! And the color is to die for. But I should have used bigger needles, and D probably wouldn't think it's soft enough anyway, so I think this one is going to come back as a schnazy felted tote bag. I can whip up a different, softer hat and scarf set for D in a jiffy. It's just that the wavy scarf was so HARD and it took me so LONG and SO MANY tries! I feel like that's the project where I really gained knitting confidence in terms of my ability to follow complicated patterns and fix mistakes. Clearly, I'll have to buy myself some more suitable yarn and make it again. I just have to find someone to give it to!


Phew! Congratulations, all you non-knitters. You've just survived your first knitting post. A+ job! And now you can read rincemaj's inevitable comments about how I'm such a stereotype--no, wait, make that a stereoDYKE--for becoming a knitter.

Wow! Has it really been 2.5 months since my last post? Why yes, yes it has. Nutty. Since August 15, all sorts of things have happened. I moved back to DC where I spent a lot of time sending out resumes, making phone calls, sitting on the couch watching Law & Order while other people went to work, and being depressed. I almost moved back to Boston because no radio stations or schools wanted to hire me.

And then.... the week before last I was offered a job out of the clear blue teaching 9th grade social studies. I accepted, and now I've got my very first real, full-time job doing something I couldn't be happier about! My subjects are Ethics & Democracy and Speech & Debate. The school is a charter school for black kids from DC's poorest and most under-performing communities. My co-workers are fabulous. I can't wait!

What else has happened since August 15? I've taken up knitting and become totally obsessed. I've become an expert at navigating the Grey Hound NYC-DC bus schedule. I've learned to drive around Washington. I've totally abandoned finishing my summer radio project because I'm lazy, and I keep promising myself that I will, in fact get it done.

I think that's about all. Life is good. Life would be better if B and I could find a way to be in the same city. Life would be *even* better if, on top of that, The Boy got off his ass and moved to my neighborhood. We're working on it ;-)

Two more days till I'm on the road, headed back to DC!
That's right, I leave here on Wednesday afternoon, just as soon as I squeeze in a couple more interviews and turn in my keys. This has certainly not been a fun summer, but it has been very interesting. In the end, I'm glad I came down here; it gave me a lot to think about. This is really the topic for a much longer discussion, and I don't have time now (I'm at work). Soon, though, I'll try to set a little more of what I'm thinking down in writing.

In the meantime, Hi everyone! Sorry for being awol (again) for so long! I'll try to be around a little more often :-)

1. Go to google
2. Do a search on the word "failure"
3. Click on the first listing that comes up

A friend of mine gave birth yesterday to a stillborn baby. The baby boy was almost to term.
And two other friends had to put their old, beloved pets to sleep.

::sigh::