notes from the land of eternal hot tubbing
J: "Did you know that you have a beer in the fridge?"
T: "I do?"
J: "Yes. If I bring it to you, will you drink it?"
The way Not Without Your Daughter plays here, it's like we're all in the middle of one big happy music video. Balloons and streamers remain from Rebekah's party. Justin, Eric, Alethe, Gina, Jeff, Miguel.. they're just as cute as could be, and then in the background Josh and his brother are playing Risk, and our dear most-effortless-riotgirl Cortney is back!
Yesterday Alex was in town for-one-day-only, between Flordia and San Jose. I listened to his show on the radio and it was good stuff, and then we had West Coast Pizza.
Shannon's in town for the holidays. It was fun seeing her again and reminiscing about all our various adventures over the summer and comiserating over the trials of graduate school applications. She has some pretty fantastic photos from the summer, too. I gave her the usual eco-nerd tour of the house: "and we sort our trash N ways, and all our food comes from the Berkeley Farmers Market"; anyone who apprecaites that stuff is okay in my book. We hot-tubbed long into the night.
I applied for a Post Office Box at Sather Gate Station today. Yes, you have to "apply," and then a week later they tell you if the powers that be deam you worthy of the responsibility of looking over a 3.5"x5" cubbyhole on Durant Avenue for the next six months. In what seems like an obvious potential Catch-22, you're required to have a valid local mailing address in order to get a post office box. Go figure.
At work today we had a lab meeting where everyone reported on their various projects, and where we were briefed about how to fool the impending invasion of OSHA inspectors into believing that LBL is a safe place to work. There's an undergrad in the lab doing some really cool stuff, and everyone was pretty excited about sending him off to a 'meeting' to show off the work. I was kind of envious... but I guess I am the one being paid, even if my current project is incredibly dull. Yeah, I suppose it's probably a little too early to feel so much disdane for those upstart undergrads. (-:
Walking to the meeting with Ken, we passed some piece of photographic equipment very much resembling an enlarger, lying discarded in the hallway, marked "for salvage." Ken: "For salvage? I've lusted after one of these for years!"