California Dreamin' [part VIII]
Continued from part VII. To read this story from the beginning, go here.
Wednesday, April 26
Room 338, Westin Hall
(student residence, USJ campus)
2:15 p.m.
Can I just say, the mayor of San Francisco is hot!
I'm in my room in the residence hall—not the freshman hall but the new building, where they put up visiting faculty; really, it's a small suite—and I've turned on the TV. It keeps me company, and tunes me in to the local scene. So far I've learned that San Jose is the tenth largest city in the United States, and that USJ is the oldest state university in northern California, and has the largest business school west of the Colorado River. Or something like that. Americans' need to superlatize and rank every piece of information they impart will never cease to amuse me.
The big news today, according to this San Francisco NBC affiliate, is a fire that gutted a circuit board manufacturing company in Santa Clara, and the rumour that The Mercury News is being sold to some big corporate media company.
The big news to me was, I'm teaching a class at 3:00.
This news was imparted to me by Candace Barker, the tiny, birdlike professor of advertising who picked me up at the airport an hour ago.
She thought I knew.
I did not.
So now I'm rushing to wash the nine hours of travel grit from my body and make my hair and face presentable. No easy task in light of their activites last night.
My formal interview isn't until tomorrow, and I only brought one suit.
* * *
California Dreamin' will continue in part IX, and may go on for some time before Postmodern Sass decides whether to move to California. In the meantime, she's spring cleaning like nobody's business, just in case. She's painting her bathroom, and you know she posted an ad to sell her Ikea dining room table. Next it's time to sell Oma's antique dresser, but first she's going to see Pearl Jam.
Wednesday, April 26
Room 338, Westin Hall
(student residence, USJ campus)
2:15 p.m.
Can I just say, the mayor of San Francisco is hot!
I'm in my room in the residence hall—not the freshman hall but the new building, where they put up visiting faculty; really, it's a small suite—and I've turned on the TV. It keeps me company, and tunes me in to the local scene. So far I've learned that San Jose is the tenth largest city in the United States, and that USJ is the oldest state university in northern California, and has the largest business school west of the Colorado River. Or something like that. Americans' need to superlatize and rank every piece of information they impart will never cease to amuse me.
The big news today, according to this San Francisco NBC affiliate, is a fire that gutted a circuit board manufacturing company in Santa Clara, and the rumour that The Mercury News is being sold to some big corporate media company.
The big news to me was, I'm teaching a class at 3:00.
This news was imparted to me by Candace Barker, the tiny, birdlike professor of advertising who picked me up at the airport an hour ago.
She thought I knew.
I did not.
So now I'm rushing to wash the nine hours of travel grit from my body and make my hair and face presentable. No easy task in light of their activites last night.
My formal interview isn't until tomorrow, and I only brought one suit.
California Dreamin' will continue in part IX, and may go on for some time before Postmodern Sass decides whether to move to California. In the meantime, she's spring cleaning like nobody's business, just in case. She's painting her bathroom, and you know she posted an ad to sell her Ikea dining room table. Next it's time to sell Oma's antique dresser, but first she's going to see Pearl Jam.
Labels: academia, Americana, moving to California
2 Comments:
The Mercury News is selling out? What a shame.
I'm hoping the class went well.
I think that's what they call "being thrown in at the deep end." Good luck.
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