The Dickerson Christmas continues to reverberate around the internets. Erin tells the story in prose, Kyle continues his photographic essay approach, and Megan's contribution takes the form of an epic poem. Mollie leverages these efforts by posting links to the above, which is my strategy. I was sick for the week I was there, which started and ended so neatly that I wonder if the altitude caused it, or at least made it worse. We should be able to figure it out from the epidemiology. If I had a cold or flu or something, then surely some of the other Dickersons have been sick by now. I don't see how that could have possibly been avoided.

Having finally put the novelization of the Obama project out of the way, I might try to make my 2008 Book and CD List posts if I get super motivated. That's not going to be tonight, though. I am singularly unenthusiastic about the idea of 2009. My job is going to consist of trying to hold together a group that is big and motivated enough to carry the necessary production work, while unable to fund any of the funner elective projects that they would rather do, and without access to the incentives (money) that were used to solve all morale problems in the past. The attitude now settling in, from high and low, is that you get a paycheck, don't expect anything else, and if you don't like it, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, either. And yes I know a lot of people are worse off, and I can cope with this new world order fine enough myself, but some people want their manager to keep them believing in sunshine and puppy dogs when times are bad. This is not my strong point.

So that's work; otherwise, I am going to the inauguration in a couple of weeks here (because Erin got tickets from her senator, not because of anything to do with the campaign). Then we will have February, then Death Valley, with Alice this year, hopefully. After that, I don't know. I want to try to go to Syria with Laura, but that's much cheaper for me if it can be appended to a trip to Dublin, and I just went to Dublin in September.

Yesterday morning I woke up with the peculiar conviction that I needed to move to San Francisco, and maybe rent Beth or Soo's "extra room" to stay closer to work sometimes on week nights. (Beth and Soo don't actually have extra rooms; they sort of do, in that they have rooms full of junk, same as me.) Somehow I had decided that $500 was the correct price for the extra room, so that meant that I should spend up to $1400 on my new apartment in the city, if I didn't want to waste even more money on housing. None of this really makes any sense, but it seemed very convincing at the time. Today somebody posted (on a work mailing list) a need for a new roommate in their Western Addition townhouse for $1390. So maybe that's what I should do? I have no idea where that idea came from.

07 Jan 2009 00:35 PT - persistent link - trackback - 7 comments