number one with a bullet

Gods, people, when the deadline is Thursday morning, I'd expect at least to have everything in by Thursday midnight.

Note to self: never, ever agree to compile the thing, whatever the thing may be. Even if in theory it means only double-checking the results everyone gives you and having a chance to review everything without having to wrestle with the math and the logic of the math yourself. But I remember telling myself the same thing one and a half, two years ago.

number one with a bullet

Gods, people, when the deadline is Thursday morning, I'd expect at least to have everything in by Thursday midnight.

Note to self: never, ever agree to compile the thing, whatever the thing may be. Even if in theory it means only double-checking the results everyone gives you and having a chance to review everything without having to wrestle with the math and the logic of the math yourself. But I remember telling myself the same thing one and a half, two years ago.

goodbye ruby Tuesday, who can hang a name on you

Suspended over the abyss, the life of Octavia's inhabitants is less uncertain than in other cities. They know the net will last only so long.


One day, maybe, I will grow up. Then I will be amazing at all the administrativa and efficient at studying and I will drink coffee just to wake up and never mind the taste. The trains will be modes of public transport and not great old worn-down lines of greying urban beauty, and my boots will match my uniform. (Aimee Dy asked after my boots, saying she liked the color, and I told her, My mom was in Trinoma and she saw red boots and thought of me. Why, she asked, is red your favorite color. I like red shoes, I said, and cut off the half-true story before I could start, once upon a time I was Dorothy. I will always sort of be Dorothy now; I want to reread Lord of the Rings. Those two comments are connected, I swear. They haven't yet made the shoes that can take you home.)

goodbye ruby Tuesday, who can hang a name on you

Suspended over the abyss, the life of Octavia's inhabitants is less uncertain than in other cities. They know the net will last only so long.


One day, maybe, I will grow up. Then I will be amazing at all the administrativa and efficient at studying and I will drink coffee just to wake up and never mind the taste. The trains will be modes of public transport and not great old worn-down lines of greying urban beauty, and my boots will match my uniform. (Aimee Dy asked after my boots, saying she liked the color, and I told her, My mom was in Trinoma and she saw red boots and thought of me. Why, she asked, is red your favorite color. I like red shoes, I said, and cut off the half-true story before I could start, once upon a time I was Dorothy. I will always sort of be Dorothy now; I want to reread Lord of the Rings. Those two comments are connected, I swear. They haven't yet made the shoes that can take you home.)