it’s raining so hard right now that i think i just saw animals walking two by two to the astrodome.
while getting skylights in the kitchen and bathroom was certainly considered a plus while i was browsing apartments, the incessant clatter of a thunderstorm resounding from my ceiling is a little disconcerting. and apparently this is only the beginning. i overheard a world-weary rice undergrad talking about our recent thunderstorms and telling a vulnerable freshman, “oh this is nothing. just you wait until the real rain comes.” i never thought of texas as a particularly rainy place, but the weather here is volatile. it’s so humid that once and a while the air just gives up and lets it pour.
but enough about the weather, quite literally.
i received a phone call last night letting me know that i got the job as editorial intern at feminist economics, a journal headquartered at rice. while initially i was a little leery about taking a job on during my first semester at grad school, this seems like a great opportunity. it’s only 10 hours a week, but it’s $15 an hour, which will soften the severe throttling rent usually inflicts on my bank account. plus it’s a well-known journal among feminist circles (and economists, unfortunately). they publish a lot of manuscripts on single motherhood and other subjects concerning maternity, which dovetails well with my interests in english. plus copyediting for two hours a day will sate my inner journalist. i’m also hoping the position will help demystify the land-o-the-journal, a cold and vaguely malicious territory where graduate students imagine demons rejecting even the most well-written academic treatise.
in any case, work starts monday. i guess i’ll find out.
i was actually talking to this afternoon about our mutual desire to do a little freelancing in the magazine world. i’m thinking of calling on my contacts at charlotte magazine and querying them about a feature on my experience with americorps. it never hurts to ask, and i think it would force me to reflect on my year in service, something i feel like i have yet to do effectively.
well, i suppose i should go reenter the world of jane austen, where i remain hopelessly smitten with willoughby from sense and sensibility, despite the fact that he is a horrible horrible person. er, i mean character.
but before i go, i will leave you with a humorous blurb my dad sent me from the charlotte observer:
“If only our paper could entertain readers with wedding announcements like this one, spotted in the Richmond Times-Dispatch: ‘The double-tattoo ceremony featured the bride escorted by dancing woodland fairies and other forest beings. The groom was followed by frolicking elves. Ceremonies ended with a burning of the groom’s interactive sculpture, The Swirling Cosmic Mystery.‘”
three things i have recently learned:
1. diane arbus is a very cool photographer who should partner up with ray bradbury.
2. when pugs are sleeping or scared, their tails uncurl.
3. many delicious dishes can be created using a packet of lipton’s onion soup mix.