Current location:	The Homestead
Current mood:	groggy
Current music:	"Albert's Shuffle" by Kooper/Bloomfield/Stills
Entry tags:	austin, job hunting

In the End, My Friend, All Roads Lead To . . .

The Austin, TX, institution on Lavaca Street.

Did the job thing yesterday: drove to Austin, filled out application, took proofreading test, talked to owner who said 1) you did really well on the proofreading test (comparing four manuscript pages to a galley proof) and 2) unless you just happen to really hate your job there's no way we can make it worth your while to come down here. So, we talked shop for a while. Discovered--for what it's worth--that American textbook publishers are demanding to have all set-up/composition work done in India. Even if it's not cheaper now they think it's worth the investment because it will become cheaper in the near future. He did not think there would be any particular bias against me if/when I make the jump to a straight university press. Thought it would be a good idea--as I had been thinking about already--to do some informational interviews with the heads of university presses in Texas and surrounding states for industry info and networking. So, there it is.  

Went to Waterloo and bought CDs by Holly Golightly, R.L. Burnside, the Immortal Lee County Killers, and the Kooper/Bloomfield/Stills album. Had the large XXX frito pie at the Texas Chili Parlour. Two Shiner Bocks. Mel(ody) bought odds and ends of stuff--an onion, Ruta Maya coffee, an Amy's burrito--at Whole Foods. Cursed the traffic. Got the hell out before Friday afternoon going home traffic jams got cranked up. And, oh yeah, stopped by Dan's Liquor, just 2 blocks north from the TCP. No visit to that fair city is complete without it. By mile marker 274 heading north I was feeling just fine.