Dear diary

Let's face it. Isn't that what a blog is? A kind of diary.

I've succeeded in making some very nice looking histograms, and am consequently done with a third of what I want to achieve, workwise, today. Having operated under the assumption that I had a date for tonight, time opened up before me as the man in question suggested to go for a walk and have a late lunch tomorrow instead.

I'm not sure if this means that he upgraded or downgraded the date, or that Sunday just suited him better. I don't know him nearly well enough to speculate in motive, but I do know that Sunday is a less loaded kind of setting than Saturday night. Maybe that's for the better. I'm pretty unsure of my seduction technique, it seems to be beyond my control whether or not something happens. Really quite Victorian, the woman's task is to say no (or agree, of course). I got a funny joke on my cell phone the other day: "The rooster is chasing the hen. The hen thinks to herself: If I stop, I'm easy, if I run, I'm not getting any. I'd better fall. "

Lots of things are happening. First of all, after fretting for two weeks, England turned me down. Somewhat disappointed but mostly relieved. The best part of it was when the longest and possibly most prestigious position got back to me with the message that I was one of only two appointable. Good for the ego, and no commitments.

Being faced with choices, however hypothetical, makes you realize what you really want. And right now, I probably was less ready for packing and moving than I thought only half a year ago. There will be other opportunities, and I have some hopes in a non-academic direction. But that's for the future.
Another nice incident was that the advisor got some funding, so I'll have more money coming my way. Boy what a relief that was.

On the less happy side, the mother of an old friend passed away. It was cancer, and expected, but quite young and very sad. I can't really fathom what it is like to live for the rest of your life on fond memories, though I'm very grateful I have so many of them.

Work is waiting. After plotting a figure without color, I need to check the text again - it must be changed to accommodate the new histograms.

And then I'll ... I don't know. See a movie with one of the terrific people who always lift my heart, and sleep fitfully in anticipation for yet another strange get-together with "the guy".