Social Sciences/Humanities and Languages party

Bea gave a party to celebrate our new hires in these two schools. It was a success! The party, I mean. The hires? They're young!

Boy could this crew use some new blood. For a while there, I think they were contemplating merging the schools and calling the resulting school the AARP.

Don't know why these pics are so jumbled on the page. But I like the jumbelosity. Here's Melanie, who has a great sense of humor.

During the party, the big debate played in the background. It was hard to miss the fact that this was mostly an Obama crowd. People did not disguise their contempt for "that clueless, mean-spirited geezer" on the TV.

Bea's kids are way cute. I think they're Republicans, though. Bea's house is in a gated community deep in Irvine. I saw guard dogs. Somebody sprayed Armor-All on the trees.

Mysteriousness and ominosity hung in the air. Don't know why.



Yemmy looked cool. We don't have a whole lot of coolitude among the faculty of these schools. Thank you, Yemmy, for being cool.





A newbie, introduced.

Brenda introduces Julie, a new writing instructor. She used to play V-ball.

Melanie and the Reb are being ironical or something. They do that.



This poor fellow (at left) was revealed to be a devotee of the dismal science, a fortuity that unleashed the evening's only ugliness. He was cornered and asked, "What do you people really know?" "Why don't you people fix this thing?" "Who do you people think you are, anyway?"

He was forced to make an impromptu presentation in defense of his so-called discipline. He managed to quell the growing violence. In the end, few were hurt. He slipped out the back door and got past the security gate, disappearing into the night.



New "Poli-Sci" blood.

We even had a cowboy. Not the "YMCA" kind. I managed to blur the pic, but so what.

Few are aware that there is a TIME WARP at the Portola exit of the toll road. Did we pass through unscathed? Who knows. Perhaps, today, I am in a new universe. This will mean nothing to you, of course.

When we got home (Modjeska Canyon), Limber Lou asked me if he could play with my car key. On and off went the lights, in the night. —In my new universe? Perhaps so.