another haircut

I got my hair cut this afternoon. For some obscure reason, I was feeling nervous on the train downtown; it passed once I got to the hairdresser's, though. I was a little early, and she was running a little late, so I sat and read for a bit. This haircut is a little shorter than last time--it'll be off my neck better, and besides, now that I'm playing in the area where it grows out soon, I don't want to settle into one cut too quickly. The hairdresser says that this cut will grow out into what she did for me last time, so it's not a drastic change.

And then I went off to the gym, and got sweat all through my nice, carefully blow-dried dried (and even a bit of gel) haircut. I'm not a dressing-up sort of person, I guess.

( workout summary )

Then I went back down to 23rd Street, for the NYRSF meeting. It turned out that there was some other meeting in the conference room, so we hung around in the Tor lobby, looking at books, and each took a set of proofs to read and return by next Wednesday. (I got through about 2/3 of it on the subway home.) Kevin gave me a disk with the latest version of my review and a few more queries--I told him to email me if he hasn't heard by Saturday, so I don't forget--and I have an Elisabeth Vonarburg collection to review, which he was glad I asked for because none of their regular reviewers know her work. (I should ask for a novel sometime, but the novels in the review box today didn't appeal to me.)

As long as I was bouncing around, I took the train down to Chinatown and had dinner at New Green Bo, on Bayard Street. Clams in black bean sauce. Good clams, good sauce, good service. I want to go back with some friends, so I can try the dumplings

I hadn't realized, when I told Kevin to remind me Saturday about the revisions, that I'm likely to be working on this Japanese project much of the weekend. The current piece is due noon Friday, Tokyo time; that's 11 p.m. tomorrow night, and we're going to the theatre tomorrow evening, so I have to finish by tomorrow afternoon. Part 3 they'll give me Friday morning, my time, and they want it back Tuesday morning (i.e. Monday night).

I also have an apa deadline Saturday; I suspect that sketchy mailing comments may be eked out with excerpts from this journal.

Ah, well, it's better than sitting around playing nethack. Somewhere in there, either I or cattitude will have to go up to the vet and pick up more prescription catfood, but that's an easy trip.

another haircut

I got my hair cut this afternoon. For some obscure reason, I was feeling nervous on the train downtown; it passed once I got to the hairdresser's, though. I was a little early, and she was running a little late, so I sat and read for a bit. This haircut is a little shorter than last time--it'll be off my neck better, and besides, now that I'm playing in the area where it grows out soon, I don't want to settle into one cut too quickly. The hairdresser says that this cut will grow out into what she did for me last time, so it's not a drastic change.

And then I went off to the gym, and got sweat all through my nice, carefully blow-dried dried (and even a bit of gel) haircut. I'm not a dressing-up sort of person, I guess.

( workout summary )

Then I went back down to 23rd Street, for the NYRSF meeting. It turned out that there was some other meeting in the conference room, so we hung around in the Tor lobby, looking at books, and each took a set of proofs to read and return by next Wednesday. (I got through about 2/3 of it on the subway home.) Kevin gave me a disk with the latest version of my review and a few more queries--I told him to email me if he hasn't heard by Saturday, so I don't forget--and I have an Elisabeth Vonarburg collection to review, which he was glad I asked for because none of their regular reviewers know her work. (I should ask for a novel sometime, but the novels in the review box today didn't appeal to me.)

As long as I was bouncing around, I took the train down to Chinatown and had dinner at New Green Bo, on Bayard Street. Clams in black bean sauce. Good clams, good sauce, good service. I want to go back with some friends, so I can try the dumplings

I hadn't realized, when I told Kevin to remind me Saturday about the revisions, that I'm likely to be working on this Japanese project much of the weekend. The current piece is due noon Friday, Tokyo time; that's 11 p.m. tomorrow night, and we're going to the theatre tomorrow evening, so I have to finish by tomorrow afternoon. Part 3 they'll give me Friday morning, my time, and they want it back Tuesday morning (i.e. Monday night).

I also have an apa deadline Saturday; I suspect that sketchy mailing comments may be eked out with excerpts from this journal.

Ah, well, it's better than sitting around playing nethack. Somewhere in there, either I or cattitude will have to go up to the vet and pick up more prescription catfood, but that's an easy trip.