Sep. 30th, 2003
books books books
Sep. 30th, 2003 04:08 pmFrom the shelves of
daveamongus:
Neil Gaiman
Lois McMaster Bujold
Robert A. Heinlein
Terry Pratchett
Kristine Smith
Lawrence Block
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Glen Cook
David Drake
Alexander Herzen
From the shelves of me:
Lawrence Block
Lois McMaster Bujold
Charles de Lint
Neil Gaiman
Robert A. Heinlein
Susan R. Matthews
Robin McKinley
Terry Pratchett
Kristine Smith
Lemony Snicket
Neil Gaiman
Lois McMaster Bujold
Robert A. Heinlein
Terry Pratchett
Kristine Smith
Lawrence Block
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Glen Cook
David Drake
Alexander Herzen
From the shelves of me:
Lawrence Block
Lois McMaster Bujold
Charles de Lint
Neil Gaiman
Robert A. Heinlein
Susan R. Matthews
Robin McKinley
Terry Pratchett
Kristine Smith
Lemony Snicket
So, I'm sure the only surprise to anyone is that it's taken me this long, but: I've decided I don't like my job. Anybody have advice on writing cover letters (I've got nothing beyond To Whom It May Concern: I'm smart and will do a good job. Please, please, please rescue me from third shift hell by offering me a job. Your pal, Dira.) or the spiffification of resumes?
Also:
lynnmonster! His name is William! Both of their names are William! Why aren't you on #discourse?!
Also:
So my favorite religion teacher from high school - the one we always thought was gay, except for his tres adorable crush on the female English teacher across the hall, the one who brought his dog to visit us, the one who spent half the semester showing us movies when I took Death & Dying with him, because his sister had just died a few months before - passed away. I could've sworn he was in his late thirties when I took classes, but we was fifty-four. Throat cancer, horrible.
Turns out he was gay; his partner was at the funeral, and my best friend's high school boyfriend's mom, a relative and our source of information, said she saw him there but didn't talk to him, because it was "too surreal". As Iulia said: Gah! Catholics!
Bye, Mr. Wise. I can't really compute that you're gone, that you're anywhere but Room 110, giving pop quizzes when the girls don't pay attention to Peter and Paul, or calling Nefertiti a hussy in the middle of The Ten Commandments. But I'm sure you're someplace much, much better.
Turns out he was gay; his partner was at the funeral, and my best friend's high school boyfriend's mom, a relative and our source of information, said she saw him there but didn't talk to him, because it was "too surreal". As Iulia said: Gah! Catholics!
Bye, Mr. Wise. I can't really compute that you're gone, that you're anywhere but Room 110, giving pop quizzes when the girls don't pay attention to Peter and Paul, or calling Nefertiti a hussy in the middle of The Ten Commandments. But I'm sure you're someplace much, much better.