Contrary to popular belief,
reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. I'm alive, it's just that it's been
one thing after another lately. I'm still
living in a motel, I still have no place to live, no job, etc. I took part of the
Stanford language placement test for
Chinese, and apparently I need to learn some more
characters unless I want to spend four years and $88,000 getting a
Master's degree, which is
insane.
Mind if I write down what I wrote you,
Starrynight? The thing is, we've been here 3 weeks. We have applied for ONE place to live, and it's $1200 a month
rent, which would put us close to or
in the red, plus the
stratospheric Stanford tuition. And, dozens of other people (read:
clueless dotcommers with big
bank accounts) applied for the
same place.
If we don't get the
house, which seems likely, should I ask Stanford for a delayed admittance (or whatever), applying to
Berkeley in the meantime, and trying to get a place to live, job at a
museum or Asian
antique store, and Chinese classes in a more reasonable area such as
Oakland or
Alameda? Or what?
I'll tell you one thing: No matter how discouraged or despairing I get, there is
no way in hell that I'm going back to
Arkansas.
Then there's a bunch of
private stuff that's been bothering me, involving
bad timing on the part of the
Universe. At any rate, the
coup de grace was that my
Sony VAIO fell apart. Literally. It's in PIECES. I used to think
Sony was so cool. Damn them! The ONE
corporation I had faith in, and they manufacture this
piece of rubbish. It's not just me, either. As much as I'd sort of hoped it was a manufacturing
fluke, other
women in the
SFWOW group have told me the same things (and worse) have happened to their Sony
Superslims. If you have any idea about what we/I could do, let me know. I actually bought
duct tape to try patching it back together, as I don't think I can even afford to hire some Stanford
techie student to try
kluging it back together. I definitely can't afford a replacement, not even a blasted
Palm V.
Damn!