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randomness on a thursday night
Thinking of getting Netflix for the summer while I'm home, as am convinced that local Blockbuster will not adequately fill the gaping holes in the media possibilities at my parents'. Any thoughts? [ETA: By which I mean, any thoughts on the wisdom or practicability of getting Netflix for only three months? I'm aware that nearly everyone I know who has Netflix adores it. It's really just the short-term issue I'm concerned with here.]
It is way too windy here. The wind needs to settle down, please.
Wednesday was the birthday of (besides![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sowilo) the director of one of my choirs. She's 51, and a) her husband is five years younger and b) the eldest of her three children is 13 or 14. I'm a little uncomfortable with the fact that I find this personally reassuring.
Despite that reassurance, a good birthday, and being in one piece at the end of a hectic week, for some reason I'm suddenly a little unhappy this evening. It may be because I'm aware of the v. stiff competition for the junior dean jobs I keep applying for at other colleges (there's an overabundance of qualified and interested people; it's really not a seekers' market), but I've been aware of that since the end of March when I started applying. (So far I've heard I didn't make the short list at one; heard nothing from another whose deadline was the earliest, so I'm concluding that I'm not going to hear anything; heard nothing yet from one whose deadline was last Friday, so there's still time to hear things; and there's one whose deadline was either last Friday or tomorrow and one that's definitely tomorrow, and two more that I just applied for today whose deadlines are June 2. I apply promptly enough that it frustrates me how getting the application in early doesn't get a person any kind of an edge; but of course if I didn't get the applications in until the day they were due, I'd feel the opposite way.)
I may therefore be feeling unhappy because I've been slacking too much. It's time to get back to the books in a much more serious way. Sigh.
It is way too windy here. The wind needs to settle down, please.
Wednesday was the birthday of (besides
sowilo) the director of one of my choirs. She's 51, and a) her husband is five years younger and b) the eldest of her three children is 13 or 14. I'm a little uncomfortable with the fact that I find this personally reassuring.Despite that reassurance, a good birthday, and being in one piece at the end of a hectic week, for some reason I'm suddenly a little unhappy this evening. It may be because I'm aware of the v. stiff competition for the junior dean jobs I keep applying for at other colleges (there's an overabundance of qualified and interested people; it's really not a seekers' market), but I've been aware of that since the end of March when I started applying. (So far I've heard I didn't make the short list at one; heard nothing from another whose deadline was the earliest, so I'm concluding that I'm not going to hear anything; heard nothing yet from one whose deadline was last Friday, so there's still time to hear things; and there's one whose deadline was either last Friday or tomorrow and one that's definitely tomorrow, and two more that I just applied for today whose deadlines are June 2. I apply promptly enough that it frustrates me how getting the application in early doesn't get a person any kind of an edge; but of course if I didn't get the applications in until the day they were due, I'd feel the opposite way.)
I may therefore be feeling unhappy because I've been slacking too much. It's time to get back to the books in a much more serious way. Sigh.
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anyway. [g] happy birthday! hope it was wonderful. [hugs]
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Netflix is love. It is the best thing since chocolate spread on sliced bread.
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