Thursday, July 1, 2010

Stalling



This dress has been sitting in my closet all summer, for a couple reasons. First, the toggles always do something funky, and the cloth often gets wrinkly and funky. It's also a bit too short (which I tried to remedy with lace bike shorts underneath, see below), and color might just to be too close to my own (summer) skin tone to work. But I'm going with anyway, because I dig the dirndl like elements, and it seems cheerful enough to distract me from what I have to do today.

This is the face of reluctance, and before I rolled up the lace bike shorts

No, it's a good situation to be in. Without giving too much away, this manuscript I submitted to an editor a while back (like before I started blogging), has been taking too much time in the review process and I've been getting discouraged. But I've finally heard from the editor, and he's going to work to get the second review back, but in the mean time, he sent me the first one. It's only 2 pages of recommendations and the editor promised it was "encouraging and positive," but I am so scared to read it. I need to respond to it by the afternoon so guess what I am doing right now? Laundry. (I'll read the report when I am done with the first load). It's nerve wracking, but it's a decent situation to be in. (In my mind, the editor had only kept my manuscript around so he and his staff could have a good laugh every so often.) I don't have anything else to report, but hopefully in a few months I can share more.

Thanks for you thoughts about my anti-budget cut rant yesterday. I know that I can't be alone in thinking this, yet politicians have responded to the state and municipal budget crises in such similar ways, and it's quite disheartening. What makes me madder is that no one raised taxes in NY State or city even during the "flush" times (evidently they did things like mortgaged buildings, borrowed against pension funds, etc.) resulting in short term/adhoc, rather than steady new forms of state revenue flows. What are we, Delaware? I've always wanted to be a public official when I was younger, but abandoned that after I abandoned the Naked Army at age 18. I'd have to cut back on my rage a bit, but maybe someday, I'll ride my "tax the rich, for reals" platform all the way to Albany (or insert some other capitol city here. I think drindl like mini-dresses probably won't be the appropriate uniform).