the cages are really all ok. it was the rabbits' litterboxes stinking up the place. so I changed those and now everyone smells fine.
the rest of the afternoon is mine to do as I see fit. what seems to fit is reading but the question is what exactly. I've told myself that I can't buy any more books until I read the ones I have which could be a twenty-year proposition and I think there will probably be more current things out by then that I will then have to catch up on. it's a never-ending job, this reading business.
the natural first choice is my computer books but even there I have a choice. I need to be able to be a whiz with css to make the pedagogy site work this summer and although I have a rudimentary knowledge of it and could probably just learn by doing I have this pervasive fear that I Don't Know Enough Yet.
sometimes I think I should go to a career center. not that I need a career but I do need rent money and whatnot. maybe they could help me to figure out what a rhetoric phd could do that either did not require teaching at all or required only part time teaching in a secure position, i.e., not having to teach someplace different every freaking semester like catherine did before she got her job.
anyway. off to enjoy myself.
finally I gave up and put on my pajamas and was going to just go to bed when something on the internet distracted me and I managed to wake up a little. see I figured if I went to sleep at 5pm I could get up at 5am and do my laundry, before setting out to work tomorrow.
it is getting frustrating, I have to say, to always be falling asleep when I try to read for other than school or teaching. why it is I stay awake with the hard stuff is beyond me unless it's the related performance anxiety keeping me out of that consumptive alpha stage.
I perused city college's job board and course offerings to see if I could teach there part time and take computer classes and I probably could. the application process for the teaching positions looks dreadful and the idea of going before search committees makes me feel like throwing up and besides all that I just don't know if the teaching is the way for me to go but the money is promising and the courses should be easy enough to teach if I stopped trying to get students to understand my pet theories.
one of the positions wants demonstrated involvement with 'the Bay Area Art Scene'; I wonder if teaching at the art institute would count?
I think though I will sit now which will undoubtedly put me back to sleep which will position me for a pre-dawn awakening and laundry-doing. I'm thinking laundry on easter has to be the best idea I've had all year.
ok perhaps not.