a couple years ago i was reading up for my still unfinished Teen Stalker Magazine idea. (i think i abandoned it after watching too many cybercrime specials on pedaphilic cyberstalking.) in trying to finish up the quiz section, i did a little online research on cleopatra because the rolling out of a carpet bit struck me as stalker material. i found a site that proposed that cleopatra was not actually as beautiful as she is made out to be in the movies ([that movie preview voice] Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra!!!), but that she really just won people over with her charm, wit, and intelligence.
<i>now how to turn that frown upsidedown?</i>
i was thinking about this in my moon boots (for nostalgia's sake though there really isn't enough snow) while smoking a galoise legere on the porch. would it be possible to pass an embarassment i can't explain as a cleopatra moment? you see, i did a betise (a stupid thing). i don't know how it happened, but my only current theory is that i have some sort of personality threshold. beyond a certain level of nervousness and stress, i think i snap into another personality out of convenience.
i've been thinking about my bold (at best) introduction to Jim Heath, who is apparently famous for something or other in the science world, since i returned to consciousness from all the tiring conference rigamarole. i can't explain what happened. i was just embarassingly casual and weird at the same time. i did manage to get his attention, though it was probably the bad sort. he kept looking at me like "do i know you, should i know you, what the hell is going on?!?"
and so now i'm torn between trying to do something cool with my research/career to excuse it (which is unlikely) and considering a change in field with an eventual change in citizenship (which is a lot of trouble).