This seems to be Hungarian week in my brain

Bognar Szilvia(Szilvia Bognar).

On another front: frost on my rooftop this morning.

Note to weather fairy: it is April. One could even say mid-April. This is Central Coast California, not the mountains or some other place with inhospitable weather. It's only three-four weeks till we expect the hillsides to start turning yellow. Last night it wasn't dark at eight o'clock. In other words: you're screwing up. There should be no frost on my rooftop.

Why you should read Eschaton

Eschaton puts it quite succintly:"The internets are telling me the Republicans are going to shut down the government because they don't believe there should be any health care for lady parts."

Okay, I'm another casualty of the Republican agenda

Walnut Avenue Women's Center just lost twenty-five percent of its funding. Among other cuts we could not afford to make, we cut my classroom clean out. My partner was able to be folded into another classroom where an assistant teacher is leaving. I was not able to be folded in. When I come back from Prague, there will be no job waiting for me. Unless . . . anyway, they like me, they don't like letting me go, but I was the one.

I've got five browser tabs open for jobs to apply to: a couple are even something like what I'm doing now (well, all of them are in an excessively broad manner). But I'm not sure I'm going to apply for jobs before May 1. I'm not sure I'm not. But not tonight. I need to redo my resume and gather those letters.

Also. There's a state review at work next week, and that's first. Yes, it is. As long as I'm still there, I'm really there.

On another front: I also have three tabs open with the submissions information for publishers of parenting books. I need to work up a proposal.