Current location:	home office
Current mood:	sleepy
Current music:	karsh kale on rhapsody

been a while...
It's been a while since I posted here.  Lots of changes.  My recovery from April's domoic acid poisoning seems to be incomplete but continuing -- but it's hard to tell if it will ever get back to 100% of pre-poisoning.  The deltas get smaller and smaller...

But many good things are happening.  I'm working to try to make manifest a nonprofit youth journalism initiative which has me pretty happy, although the founder of the project is one of those women who complains that she can't delegate anything because she needs to control everything -- yet projects this on others.  As a result, before I came along, the project had been gaining enthusiastic partners but no funding or plan or incorporation or c3 for about a year, I think.  We'll see if I can do better -- it's a great concept.  I could get behind the Saving the World thang with this one, if it comes out well.

At the same time my sweetie Fish is finally at the point of quitting his day job and going full time on his performing career.  Several things influenced this -- for one, the place he was working has been in trouble and lowering his pay for years (by reducing bonuses to zero on a base+bonus position), and then they are moving to a place in Newton with no good T access.  Plus, health insurance is now available through the state.  Plus, dang, I make a pretty good manager and "beautiful assistant" as it turns out.

Joseph, my son, is thinking of moving to Chapel Hill for the last 3 years of high school.  I have very mixed feelings about this.  On the one hand, if he gets into Governor's School for Math/Science, he could be in pig heaven for a couple years, and he might enjoy UNC/CH, which has low in-state tuition.  And his father is, honestly, better at disciplining him.  He was always good at making good choices until the hormones kicked in.  Now I am starting to understand why some folks might just ship their boys off to military school so someone else can handle the disciplinary issues.  He isn't bad, he's just profoundly slack and insists on being micromanaged then bitches about it excessively.  I suppose this is called "being a teenage boy."

I've gotten a flickr account for folks who'd like to see pictures of me, Fish, Joseph, and various folks' avatars and such.

More later...

SN