I could have a nobel prize by now.

I just read a news item stating that seven hours of sleep was the optimum amount. Stating it like everybody already knew that, that's just common sense.

But I thought it was eight.

I've been shooting for eight all along. If I had known I had an extra hour to work with, go for a run, do some research, write a chapter, learn a new instrument, I would have used it!

Damn.

Is this true?! Seven hours?

1.75

Oh my goodness, oh my gosh, I got a job. A real job. In two weeks time I'm going to be teaching undergraduates things at an actual, not-made-up-by-me university.

And it's about time. Because it's almost my birthday at which point I'll be much too close to thirty to not have had a real job, ever. So far I have had many jobs, but, one a scale of one to five, with one being selling-rocks-to-the-neighbours and five being salary-with-benifits I have averaged a mere 1.75.

Here, for the scientists, is the working out (a sampling of actual jobs I have held):

-Door to door for Greenpeace= 2.5
-Being the Freak in a Freak show= 1.5
-Prenteding to be someone else in front of people, often on a stage= 2
-Road-side fruit stand attendee= 2.5
-Violin teacher= 4
-Freelance musician= 2
-Life model (yes, THAT kind)= 2
-Stay-at-home cat-mom=0

The Olympics! The Olympics!

I love the olympics. I love them I love them. I don't know why, really, as I don't like watching sports on television in any other context. Perhaps it's the international relations element. Like RISK with luge. In any case, I love the olympics.

Which is why it is so sad that I am not nearly good enough at any sport to ever compete in them.

Which is why I am so happy about the gig I did yesterday. I recorded a piece of music for the Beijing 2008 UK team martial-arts routine! So even though I don't get to be in the olympics, I get to be in the olympics! (Or my viola playing does, at least)

Next time, hopefully, it's for team Canada. (And I can get a team toque.)