03/27
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the job search just shifts into higher and higher gears. first we were doing all-wheel-drive job search. now it's, like, all-wheel-drive stick shift. pretty soon i'm going to have a joystick and a Nintendo pad and start BLASTING different companies till they offer me jobs.

would it be really wrong to be a copy editor for a japanese animation company? correcting grammar that is lovably horrible in the first place?

"no, dude. you can't just say 'all your base are belong to us.' it's 'all OF your BASES...."

i would hate myself. but love my job.

tomorrow is my one-year anniversary here. i'm wondering how far i'm going to make it past that. i remember somebody explaining the cycle of marriages to me -- how the most likely break-up points are at one year and seven years -- and i wonder if it's the same with cities. if i can just hold on till the economy gets better.

if i can just hold on.

anyway, i won't be writing anything to commemorate it because i can't use electricity. it's paaaaaasssover baby. this is one of the hallmarks of my life here: that last year i spent passover at a table with a bunch of misfitty people i didn't know at the langer house, everyone brought together by their lack of anywhere else to go. i was like a little lost jew, pullin' my own act together and fitting in wherever i could find space.

and now the berkeley folks are carin' for me. it's like, poof, honest community! except it's people like me. they wear cool clothes and freak out about saturday night concerts being too close to shabbos and vegetarian matzoh ball soup too.

so we're going to have a big old cookoff together.

and then we're gonna rap about moses all night long.