poison ivy

Well I'm all moved in, settled into my new job, and am covered in leprous red sores. Poison Ivy. It's bad, all over, nutty.

My house rocks, I'm the "Chief Domestic Engineer," which means I do the cooking and act like everyone's mother. Really.

My housemate Sarah is working with Community development in the neighborhood and is just generally friendly, so it means we've got lots of people stopping by, we've gotten invited to some parties, etc. We went to a woman and her daughters' birthday party last saturday and Katherine and I and Julian were THE ONLY white people there. Which everyone was okay with...they were more confused by Sarah, who's mixed, but "talks funny", i.e. talks white, whatever that means.

Anyway, it's cool. Anyone is invited, our doors, while usually locked, are metaphorically always open, so come visit!