They went on to urge me to apply for another position at the company. But here's the catch. I filled out the whole application while waiting to hear if the position was still open. When I got the confirmation e-mail, they said to send in my application within a week, and they wouldn't accept applications from anyone else at that time. I sent in my application within two minutes.

Anyway, yesterday I wasted time wallowing until Matthew got home and tossed a fat envelope in my lap. "Did you see this? It's been sitting there for two days."

In addition to some 'unable to locate file' letters, I got two family tree finds that I was most pleased with. My grandfather's birth certificate and my grandmother's death certificate.

But back to my new words. I get three new words in e-mail every day. I am pleased with the number of them I know, but for those I don't I have created a nice little text file which sits on my desktop and into which I dump the new words so they won't clutter up my inbox. Occasionally I also add a word I come across. I came across an obscure word that started with "A" and meant foreign and I'm now kicking myself for not adding it to my word list. But I digress...

Yesterday I was reading the history of a website, which was titled "AN (ALMOST) UNEXPURGATED HISTORY". Off to the dictionary.

That is certainly not something I do here. If I needed to rename my diary, I think unexpurgated would be quite fitting.

Then last night Matthew and I are cuddled in bed and I was clack-clacking away at yesterday's entry when he begins trying to suggest I use vi instead of pico. I try to explain that I'm coding, not programming, when he counters with, "Being able to use vi is a litmus test for getting a system administration job."

"A what?" I asked as I opened a new browser window and type "m-w" into the location field. "Spell it."

That made perfect sense for what he was saying, so I let him continue, but we got sidetracked on a discussion of the Secret Brand deodorant commercials where they would have people put litmus paper in their hand to demonstrate the differing pH levels in men and women. I've done tests with litmus paper in chemistry classes, and it never worked like that!

So today I was poking round (and admiring the design of) sentimental porridge girl when I clicked on the "maudlin" link and came across the word brogue. Copy. New browser window. Type "m-w". Hit return. Click in the proper field. Paste. I was finding it very hard to believe that she meant "a stout coarse shoe" when I saw definition #2.

To conclude, here's a picture I took the last day in March. Matthew asked if I was trying to show how much traffic there is in Berkeley. I said I just liked the patterns made by the cars and the streetlights. He laughed at me, as usual.

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