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Jun. 23rd, 2014 10:25 amI am told (by the Texpert)* that I did not break the thing I thought I broke -- apparently the problem is more widespread and I am just the person who noticed it. I deleted some ghost files ("icon" "thumbs") from the shared repository and that seemed to fix the issue for me, at least.
I got my rejection message for the TA position, but it was such a nice, encouraging message that it seemed like a good outcome. Maybe I can do as friends have suggested and propose to actually teach a course through Continuing Studies.
Terrifying thought.
I thought that quitting the day job would ease my sense of pressure, and it has, but small obligations, even positive ones, still seem to magnify themselves into these sites of burdensome resentment. Why is that? It isn't terribly useful.
V good ritual on Sunday, out in the Highlands at the most beautiful property -- a level clearing where the house was and then sloping woods and a path along the ridge to an arbutus grove (I did not get as far as the grove as I was confronting the Symbolic Bear of Fear and Anxiety and all this).
Excellent spiritual experience and excellent rice salad. And the air had that incredible sweetness of drying moss and cedar.
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*I did not invent this name.**
**All right, yes I did. I wanted something gender-neutral (although it is a guy-identified guy) and was too tired to think of something less twee.
I got my rejection message for the TA position, but it was such a nice, encouraging message that it seemed like a good outcome. Maybe I can do as friends have suggested and propose to actually teach a course through Continuing Studies.
Terrifying thought.
I thought that quitting the day job would ease my sense of pressure, and it has, but small obligations, even positive ones, still seem to magnify themselves into these sites of burdensome resentment. Why is that? It isn't terribly useful.
V good ritual on Sunday, out in the Highlands at the most beautiful property -- a level clearing where the house was and then sloping woods and a path along the ridge to an arbutus grove (I did not get as far as the grove as I was confronting the Symbolic Bear of Fear and Anxiety and all this).
Excellent spiritual experience and excellent rice salad. And the air had that incredible sweetness of drying moss and cedar.
{rf}
*I did not invent this name.**
**All right, yes I did. I wanted something gender-neutral (although it is a guy-identified guy) and was too tired to think of something less twee.
