I met Dar Williams after her concert the other night. She's very tiny. And also very sweet. She actually asked for my full name and signed my ticket, even drew me a pentgram. Talked to her for about 15 minutes about my dissertation, Drawing Down the Moon, and community gardening.

That is all.

My brain is full.

I'm in the throes of my second week of Specialized Training for the University of Phoenix job. After I complete this week's training, I'll know if I proceed to the Mentorship, which is the last step before final hiring and is paid. Basically you teach two classes and have a mentor in your online classroom; based on your performance, they either hire you on or no. All signs seem to be trending positively for me here, but I won't really know anything until this time next week. The pace is grueling. I haven't had homework in years, after all, but so far I like it. I kind of want to take some classes online now just to get the student experience. I'll be glad when training is over, but even if I don't get the job I feel like I'm better equipped to do online teaching now.

I have writing that needs to get done. I'm working on the  Encyclopedia of Gay Folklife  and I'm a bit behind on my writing deadlines. I just can't get inspired. Probably because of the brain fry from UoP.

I need to start shopping the book to university presses. That was the suggestion from British Publisher, who thought the proposal was great and the manuscript brilliant, but not a good fit for their catalog. So it's off to the list from the  Chronicle that sirpurpleduck sent my way a few weeks ago.

I'm ready to get paid. It's been a broke week at The Stronghold.

Melissa Etheridge kicked ass last Friday. I got tickets last minute on Ebay, $50 for the pair. Great show. No opening talent, just 2 and a half hours of Melissa. Absolute heaven. Worth being a little tight this week.

I cannot do anymore homework tonight. I gotta sleep.