Girly Bloggers Lunch
I had WAY too much excitement today, cause I was invited to the techno-geek girly blogger lunch, even though I am not a techno-geek. (The girly part I can more or less carry off, depending on my mood. There are some days when "girly" is the wrong thing to call me. I don't give any warning, either. It's random.) Code I know not, alas, but by god, I can read Elizabethan Secretary Hand, even when it's involved itself with Latin abbreviations, so geek I am, definitely. Just not techno. Sorta retro-geek, I suppose.
Anyway. The Pittsburgh techno-geek girly bloggers with whom I had lunch are all Darling. Just as entertaining as their blogs. (That'd be Inner Bitch and My Brilliant Mistakes.) And there was much laughter. And I got very wired, even though I had no coffee. And then I went back to work and discovered that I was in a meeting that included the new dean and I was wearing my jeans and cowboy boots and velour tie-dyed top with red rhinestones. No one else at the meeting was in that look, as it happens.
But I had to wear that outfit today, doncha know, partly because I was after all having lunch with the techno-geek girly bloggers and I needed some street cred, and partly because I had spent the day before on exhibit as a Professor in Her Natural Habitat, which had taken a lot out of me and put me in a Mood. Not a girly mood, either.
It was exhausting, really, cause I was BEING a professor, having contacted my emotional memory of professing. and manifested it in a Stanislavsky move, and all that Method Acting takes a toll on one.
So I wasn't up for being a professor today. I was BEING a girly blogger, and my emotional memory of girly blogging, I want to tell you , is lots more fun (for me) than my emotional memory of professing.
Which I recontacted for the meeting, of course, overcoming the limitations of my costume. Should have been ready for a quick change after lunch.
Oh well. The new dean was bound to figure me out at some point. Just as well to get it over with. Now I can relax.
And perhaps contact my emotional memory of knitting.
Anyway. The Pittsburgh techno-geek girly bloggers with whom I had lunch are all Darling. Just as entertaining as their blogs. (That'd be Inner Bitch and My Brilliant Mistakes.) And there was much laughter. And I got very wired, even though I had no coffee. And then I went back to work and discovered that I was in a meeting that included the new dean and I was wearing my jeans and cowboy boots and velour tie-dyed top with red rhinestones. No one else at the meeting was in that look, as it happens.
But I had to wear that outfit today, doncha know, partly because I was after all having lunch with the techno-geek girly bloggers and I needed some street cred, and partly because I had spent the day before on exhibit as a Professor in Her Natural Habitat, which had taken a lot out of me and put me in a Mood. Not a girly mood, either.
It was exhausting, really, cause I was BEING a professor, having contacted my emotional memory of professing. and manifested it in a Stanislavsky move, and all that Method Acting takes a toll on one.
So I wasn't up for being a professor today. I was BEING a girly blogger, and my emotional memory of girly blogging, I want to tell you , is lots more fun (for me) than my emotional memory of professing.
Which I recontacted for the meeting, of course, overcoming the limitations of my costume. Should have been ready for a quick change after lunch.
Oh well. The new dean was bound to figure me out at some point. Just as well to get it over with. Now I can relax.
And perhaps contact my emotional memory of knitting.
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