holy goofballs, batman. i hadnt had the chance to read the post about the doorknobs. the blog was cleverly hiding it from me. it's a wiley blog you have here, kate foster. a wiley blog indeed. i am most impressed by the fact that you havent succumbed to some aimless yet persistent feeling that the doorknob thing is god's way of telling you something existential about your life, like maybe all the doors to opportunity are closed and have no doorknobs, resigning you to a life of clevelandness. or maybe youre such a go-getter that in your eagerness you pull off all the doorknobs of opportunity, and then you risk locking yourself in mike's bedroom of indecision. or something like that.
here in iowa, temperatures are hovering right around Every-Puddle-of-Water-is-a-Miniature-Glacier degrees. what this means is that, walking to my office, i had to cross the ice plains, but since i'd forgotten my crampons and rope, i had to mince like a little turtle-man while the younger, more dexterous passers-by looked at me like im an aging hipster. this, coupled with my constant sickness and the fact that the other day the word "cool" came out of my mouth like it didnt really belong there, have led me to fear that im getting older. my father isnt helping. he wrote me a long email about how i sound like im sixty and i should be retired in florida. what does he know, anyway?
my students today confirmed that my class is the smallest they have, and they completely surprised me by saying they enjoy my class the most, causing a moment of pause in which i had to re-evaluate my presumption that the comatose looks on their faces up to that point had been more indicative of fawning adoration than utter boredom. who knew? still no word on whether they were just kissing ass. i'll keep you posted.
Billyjoebob, im a little worried that youve already resorted to calling in favors from the australian mob. (im assuming it's the mob--who else has names like "MickeyB" and "Bluebox Rob"?) if you need a place to crash for a little while, we have an open couch here in iowa. i guess we could mail it over there if you cant make it to ames.
jen's ears are full of wax. this means i should get going.
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