Greetings From San Diego

Well, hey, y'all. Quick note from the San Diego marina -- my weather pixie is cold, I see, but I'm not. I'm here working -- we're interviewing this year for three new professors, and I'm on the 18th century committee. I like being on the 18th century committee. We're especially interested in finding an 18th century professor who knows 18th century drama, and I'm enjoying discussing Methods of Teaching Drama with these people. (Mostly, I want to know -- do you make people get out of their chairs? Cause that's a Good Thing.)

It's harrying, though. It's harrying for us -- it's worse for them. We try to put everybody at their ease, and not intimidate them, and make sure they have water and things like that, but I don't know -- my cohort and I are just a bit wacky when we get together, and for this committee we're the only ones there, with nobody to mediate for us and calm us down --

Oh, well, we told each other yesterday -- it's probably just as well. They should know about us.

My buddy told one of our interviewees yesterday that we had only just started our interviews, and were a bit ungrounded.

Ok, good. Let's go with that.

Wonder what he'll come up with today.

Anyway, I don't have to work all day. I get to walk around the marina, and drink coffee and read Ciaran Carson, and knit. Brought the "Queen Anne's Lace" Fair Isle. Sitting around. Having a little rest.

Except when I go and torment future professors.

Catch ya later...