I'm about to use Multiply as some sort of group mail, I hope you don't mind. It's a bit handier that Yahoo, etc. I don't really know, it just feels that way. I hope it's safe because this is going to contain some shop talk.
I'm a step closer to tenure. You know how I've been spoiling for it. Last week, I got the referrees' replies to my journal article back. It gained one rejection and one acceptance-as-is. The rejection got me dejected for a while.
After a while, I just focused on the last line of the editor's letter: "Congratulations!" Because, well, they took it anyway - accepted with revisions. It didn't get my spirits up. But then it's not about spirits and lofty-lofty, silly. It's about holding down the job.
After the necessary 2-3 days mulling, I revised. It took less than an hour of Saturday (nitty gritty lang naman, citations etc). So there, I passed it. I just hope it gets published soon. But in itself the letter of acceptance will "stay the execution," so to speak, if ever the journal doesn't see print before the year (and my contract) ends forever.
So here I am, hanging tough, and there you are, reading.
Saya pa naman (yata) ng UP charter ngayon. Mo' Money. Bad time to out. And "Mabulok ka sa LB, gago!" sounds to me more of a well-wishing than a curse. So pray for the editor, the Director of the UPLB Publishing Office, so that nothing happens to her. So that finally, finally I get lifetime supply of milk for Neneng. Because she's kicking and the Pink Lady's belly's black and blue with heel-prints and toe-prints.
Peace out. Aaight.