I regret to say the job in Berkeley is probably being offered to someone other than my husband. Words like, "tough decision," "close vote by the committee," and "most likely ranked #2," were in the email John got from the department as an informal and preliminary response. It's hard after making it through all the cuts and lists, I can't deny it. We'd both like very much to move back to the Bay Area. I particularly want to go home. So I expected to feel pretty bad about the news, and I tried to get myself ready for it in advance. I guess it worked. After about 24 hours, all I can think of is, "At least we know." It is actually better knowing than not knowing, and therefore, I feel more or less okay about it.
I'm going out to visit for a week on Thursday. Do the convention thing, do the visit-all-my-friends-in-too-short-a-time thing, and definitely do the Nordstrom's thing. I love shopping at Nordstrom's. It's a department store, but it's upscale without being snooty, and the sales people are unfailingly polite. Plus they have a champagne bar. I adore good champagne. I can't afford it except by the glass. Thank goodness for Nordstrom's.
I experimented with my new Zip Drive and discovered it is pretty slow as a base from which to run applications, but it sure is good to have a storage method and a way to exchange gigantor files with people. Soon I hope to have a plethora of graphics tools to play with, and maybe, if I'm lucky, an offsite backup copy (ha ha) of Fontographer. I long to make my own fonts, difficult as that may be. For years people have mocked me (all in good fun, I am sure) for having unusually pretty and clear handwriting. Bruce Townley, if you're reading this, those comments about me being The Human Typewriter are about to bear fruit. Muahahahahahaha! Bite me!
Holy cow, I'm turning into a computer geek. I hope we move someplace where I can get out of the house more. I need a social life to save me from myself.