Just call me Johnny Long-torso

"The Man Who Comes In Pieces"

He's long!

Just got back from a three mile walk in the park with the dog, and I just have to ask:

Why is it that I never have any headphones with a cord that is long enough for me? Is my torso so freakishly long that my struggle to find headphones that won't have me crouched over like Quasimodo having his afternoon constitutional forever doomed to fail? I know I'm not that tall. They entire walk, I could not stand up straight, or move my upper half overmuch, lest one of the following resulted:

1. The MP3 player gets yanked out of my pocket;
2. The headphone plug gets yanked out of the MP3 player; or,
3. The headphones get yanked off my head.

It really is a frustration. In winter, I don't have the problem, because usually I'm overwhelmed by the number of pockets available to keep my music source in: shirt, coat, pants, et cetera. But in the summer, when it's hot out and I want to wear something light, it just drives me up a wall.

I suppose, if I had money, I could buy one of those armband things to keep it on. Or, if I were industrious at all, I could, y'know, make one, although that seems unlikely, since I seem intent on keeping myself Capitalism's buttmonkey. Mine is a lonely road --- one I walk down with really bad posture. This is my burden for happening to be born from a long line of Teutonic giants.

I recerived a letter from San Diego this afternoon. Evidently I score high enough on the evaluation/test for their librarian pool (with a 70.00 -- I wish I remembered taking the test, to know what this score means), and now my name has been added to the list of eligible applicants until the beginning of August 2006. They are clear that this is not an offer for employment (liability reasons), but at least I'm further along there than I am anywhere else. Recently I've been virtually buried under an avalanche of rejection, some of which letters are among the most graceless and discourteous letters of rejection I've received -- one went something along the lines of, "If you had read the description for the Librarian I position, you would have seen that we require two years previous library experience for consideration" -- and to get even an itty-bitty sliver of hope (even with sky-high real estate prices in San Diego) is more than welcome.