Stars n stuff

I've gone to campouts the past 2 weekends, which has been a great way to climb down from the job hunt throne and reset. Job hunting can turn into an all-consuming thing, know what I mean?

I thought the fnf campout 2 weeks ago was great because it was a smaller group of people than in years past, and the theme of the weekend was simplify simplify. However, in my opinion it just couldn't compete with the campout this past weekend. Fnf was hectic and huge compared to our low-key, downtempo, 30-some-odd person event in the Tahoe national forest, on a hilltop with a small lake, overlooking 2 more lakes far below. I mean, damn. Camping is supposed to be easy, but I always forget this when I'm part of burningman and other complicated campout ventures. This weekend was FREE, outside of transpo costs, quiet, spacious, and it was easy to find a soft shady spot for my tent because there weren't a gazillion people all crowding around me. I swam naked in the lake, officially breaking my nude-y barrier 2 weekends in a row. The stars, the stars...both weekends they were out in vivid force. We basically had a giant group date last Saturday night, when a dozen of us laid down on the rocks and watched the comets, while our friend played a happy chill set.

Oh, and last night Kris decided it was time to make some steak, crab risotto, spinach, mushrooms and hazelnut chocolate cake...because it was a monday? It's easy to convince her to use her gourmet cooking skills for 6 or 7 hours straight. Shhhh, don't tell her I told you that. Or wait, maybe you should. Then she'll cook for you too. Holy crap it was good. I killed and gutted some crabs, which was just awesome. You don't scare me, shellfish. I know where your pull tab is.

Oh, and also, job stuff seems to be working out. I went on an interview Friday afternoon for my dream job, and the office manager liked me. Then I got another email back from this other possible clinic, the one that likes me but isn't looking to hire anyone for a few months, and the head doctor wants to meet with me. And finally, yesterday I heard back from this holistic women's cancer care volunteer clinic, so it looks like I'll be bagging my dream volunteer job, making it slightly less important that I get a dream paying job, since I'll still be racking up the alternative health experience & making ties with doctors. I mean, I need to get paid somehow, but if my 2 naturopathic leads don't work out, I feel ok about broadening my search. Oh, and tomorrow for lunch I'm meeting with an ND MIT alum. AND my health problem vanished. And the cats are ok. And I did my laundry. And you're starting to feel sick reading about my neutrally stellar life, aren't you.

When things are going well my posts aren't as interesting, but maybe on some small level you feel reassured that there is one more person out there who is being responsible, enjoying life, and not losing their mind. In this world that's a significant reassurance, don't you think?

Aiight, it's been good talking to you. I've got to get back to reviewing organic chem and paying my credit card. Dream big, my friends.