Oops, I didn't do it again... some more

Hmm, late February was a while ago, wasn't it? And we have just hit upon the crux on why I never have felt like I should be doing a blog. I never kept up with a diary for very long. I couldn't name you the last year when I wrote more than 1 poem. I seem to be the person to have an immediate, visceral reaction to something, and call or e-mail someone, and then it passes. It might be a good thing that nothing has made me indignant enough to put it down, or it might be a sad thing that nothing poignant enough has inspired me.

Let's see, to catch up...

Turned 35 -- Perhaps because it's not a full "round number" kind of thing, it didn't carry a ton of weight. Perhaps because it's just another year. Perhaps because with a small circle of relatively new friends here in Richmond, several of whom didn't know it was my birthday, I was able to keep it very low key. Perhaps it was because, by comparison with the last birthday of note (this would be the big 3-0) life around me wasn't leaving me beset by all of what I called the "M squad" - melancholy, morose, melodramatic, miasmatic, macabre, miserable and maladjusted, and I think you get the point now - and I could keep things in some kind of perspective.

Back into teaching - got two weekend seminars teaching with my boss/sometimes partner Elisabeth at U of R, one which took place in May and one which will occur in July, giving lectures on Virginia history and babysitting youngish adults on field trips around the city. You know, St. John's Church, The Capitol, Historical Society and such. The fact that the students are all au pairs has amused more than one person, including my boss, who said I needed to join her on this particular job to give the students someone other than an old lady to look at. *shakes head with grin on face*
Also will be leading an independent study for three students taking a liberal arts senior seminar class in the second six weeks of summer. So those combined should about equal what I gave up in Roanoke if we assume I'd have gotten a summer class to go with the spring class I forfeited to move. And I'm already lined up with a class for the fall, and maybe yet another weekend seminar. No word if it will be 20 or so students, 90-95% of whom will be women aged 19-26 from foreign places. Yes, I was probably looking at some of them as much as they might have been inclined to look at me.

Sin City - I entered the cheapest World Series of Poker event there has been since the explosion in the "sport" (and I use the term dubiously). It still wasn't cheap, and I didn't cash. But I lasted several hours, and not for one second did I think I did not belong. This, I needed to know. I didn't tell anyone, but if I had gone and felt hopelessly outclassed, I might have, well, not quit playing altogether, but stopped working seriously to make myself a good player. This also means when Jason inevitably gets heads up with me and has a worse hand and inevitably sucks out (those of you who haven't heard this don't even want to get me started on bad beat stories about this guy, I promise), I will still want to go into a Phil Hellmuth-style rant. That's kind of a pity, because I like Daniel Negreanu so much better.

Inspiration to write - El Chuxter has discussed reawakening the pop culture website idea I had several years ago (under the title mag-seven.com for those of you who might remember hearing about it), and I have actually considered posting once or twice on subjects, making lists again, and All That Jazz (that one was for Karaoke Girl). So, probably even less touchy-feely shit in the future, barring that kind of inspiration. But, debate worthy opinions will likely be posted more regularly. *cracks knuckles* Look for one very soon.

Peace out, peeps!