A good job with prospects is just what you need

[ Late, yes; bad night for Internet connectivity. Oh, yes, I was correct yesterday: it was 66, not 64. I had made a mistake in my ledger, although this multiple-entry bookkeeping thing seems to have its potentials for tracking down where errors appear. ]

I do not seriously think of my life as a story, and recognize that any apparent dramatic narrative comes about because I've read a lot of stories and know how to assemble incidents into stories. Nevertheless, there are some moments which feel like just what a writer might compose as a story.

Just after my recent feelings of needing to get out of my current job and back to my career peaked, I got an e-mail. It was from a university I'd applied to years ago and forgotten after they assured their applicants that their outstanding qualifications would see them success somewhere else. In direct opposition to my model of the world, they actually do keep resumes on file, as they reported having a position they thought I might be right for and would I still be interested?

I've got reservations, the main one being that the position is in their Asian Division which would return me to somewhere across the International Date Line. In 2007 that would be a perfectly welcome fate. In 2010 ... well, I want to be as close to bunny_hugger as possible. The physical distance is ... unpleasant, although we have a good sense of what long-distance relationships are like. This would make it harder to work in a long weekend with each other, though, obviously, although it might not affect the frequency of the good week-long visits.

The position's a one-year renewable contract, due to the university's own contract, and it's essentially community college teaching, but it would also be something giving me an Associate Professor title which would be a step up from ``frustrated would-be academic''. It might be the shortest route to the life with bunny_hugger which I want.

They want me present for an in-person interview Friday.

Trivia: Physicist James Tuck named his 1951 plasma ``pinch'' machine, an attempt at energy-producing fusion, the Perhapsatron. Source: Sun In A Bottle: The Strange History Of Fusion And The Science Of Wishful Thinking, Charles Seife.

Currently Reading: Moveable Feasts: From Ancient Rome To The 21st Century, The Incredible Journeys Of The Food We Eat, Sarah Murray. Oddly, while I'm not interested in cooking, I am often very interested in the information which can be gleaned about where food comes from. Also oddly, I seem to have a minor bump of books-about-food in my queue.