Flotsam

I have a confession: while I will normally dismiss Phil Collins as complete crap, I have always had a place in my jaded little heart for "Against All Odds". I don't know why, but it is the one song of his that I just can't seem to hate. Thus it comes as a pleasant surprise to find that The Postal Service have recorded a cover of the song. It is faithful enough, and relatively irony free, and I, for one, enjoy it. As an aside: I always thought that one lyric in the middle of the song was "Even Cheryl Tiegs". I don't know why.

I am currently (by which I mean, this week) quite cut off from everyone I know, owing to the fact that they all seem to be teachers, and they all have this week off. Jolie is in Korea with her husband (she has travelled extensively throughout Southeast Asia, as well as around Australia), I think Marcy is either preparing to move or is down in Florida at her parents' house, and I'm willing to bet that Julie is at home, unsober, sitting with Mike on the couch watching the Oxygen network. That is what she did last vacation, which worries me a bit, but not enough to try to call her.

Yesterday, on the library listserv, there was a job posting for a job as a librarian with the CIA. You know I had to apply. The idea brought up all sorts of funny, Alias-style scenarios in my mind, which I proceeded to laugh about all afternoon. I just wonder what the interview entails that they would need to subject me to a polygraph test, as the listing for the job indicated. One good thing, were I to get the job, is that two of my friends from college live there, and I know some other folks that live there, too. It would be nice to move somewhere that I am not completely on my own as far as developing a support system goes.