April 17th, 2012

krazy koati

Of everything that stands, the end

I've felt the first touch of my approaching move to Michigan, and it relates to my work, as might be expected. It doesn't relate to my day job, which also might be expected. The boss had asked what my plans were about working after I got married, but --- taking the advice of my brother, who understands the boss's psychology better than I do --- I soft-pedaled that answer saying I was just thinking about it. He nodded and said we'd talk about it later. He hasn't been up to the third floor to see me for more than a few snatched moments since then. I hope there'll be the chance to talk to him before I do move out, particularly since there isn't much reason I couldn't keep working remotely, as my work has turned into mostly creating web pages using Javascript gimmickry instead. (No pouting, there. This is stuff legitimately best done in Javascript, and painfully awkward and difficult for the users to do any other way.)

No, this has come about in the adjunct teaching work. They need to start drawing up course assignments for the fall. They hadn't thought anything of my not responding to calls for summer classes, since they are summer classes, after all, and while getting two days free was possible the four or five days needed for accelerated courses would just be obviously impossible. But my non-responding to ``what classes would you like for fall?'' drew attention, and the concern of the department secretary.

So there it is. The sense of being wrapped up in endings has been growing, and growing more acute, the past several months. But I do like that the college wants me around. I choose to take it as a positive omen that I'll be able to slip into something when I get into Lansing.

Trivia: In the 1914 elections the Texas Republican party drew fewer votes than its Socialist party. Source: The Big Rich: The Rise And Fall of The Greatest Texas Oil Fortunes, Bryan Burrough.

Currently Reading: Dragon's Island, Jack Williamson. The first story, ``Stepson to Creation'', I thought a wonderful bit of that 30s pulp story adventuring, with its backstory involving the Four Creations of kinds of Man and populations being moved wholesale to Universe Nine and so on, the sort of big, bold, brassy-sounding stories you just didn't get after Campbell introduced the idea a science fiction story could have subtlety too. Then I found its first publication was 1977, in (of course) Analog.

PS: Everything I Know About Trapezoids: a post summarizing and linking to all the Trapezoid Week materials.