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....and then the sexy career opportunity was like "No, this is final round, so we want to talk to you in person. We'll cover your travel. You can do the week after next? Okay, we'll start setting that up."

Baltimore just went from a theoretical construct to a very real potential home, I'm kind of freaked out about it.

Which of course is the perfect state of mind to be in when getting on an airplane to Texas in a couple of hours.

I'll be more or less out of touch until this evening and sketchy the rest of the week; Mum's surgery, keeping the house running smoothly, and a doctor's appointment of my own are going to keep me on the hop.

I'd drink to forget, but this fucking gallbladder won't let me. :P

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It occurred to me this afternoon that I always know when I arrive in Austin. In San Francisco, it's the smell of the ocean; nowhere else quite smells like San Francisco. In Chicago, I can see downtown from the loading ramps.

But in Austin, ah, in Austin, I know I've arrived when I come off the plane to the immediate assault of shitty faux country-blues being performed on the main stage of the airport dive bar.

Seriously, Austin's not a bad town, but it really needs to stop shoving live music down everyone's throats unless they can find some way to filter out the 90% of it that's crap.

Also we really need to get rid of that dive bar. Or at least put some walls around it.