MSBC no-show, Sigma Tau Chi application, a replaced phone, dinner and a movie…

I worked at IBM today, meeting the MSBC for lunch. No one showed up, which turned out to be a miscommunication. It didn’t help that I didn’t have use of my cell phone.


I prepared my application for admission into Sigma Tau Chi.

To qualify for membership, students must demonstrate the following:

  • grade-point average of 3.5 or greater on a 4.0 scale
  • significant contribution to STC
  • professionalism in the quality of work submitted during their academic career
  • accomplishments such as presentations or publications
  • potential for future contributions to both the technical communication profession and to STC.

The application package included filling out a form enumerating the items above, getting two letters of recommendation from faculty, one letter of recommendation from a fellow STC member, providing a resume, and providing a copy of your official transcripts.


I stopped by the Verizon store on my way home, where I was delighted to receive a new phone and a new charger — free of charge.


I met Robert at 6:15 at Brier Creek, and we had a quick bite to eat at Chili’s. I had their Asian Lettuce Wraps, which I absolutely love.


We got to the Brier Creek Stadium 16 just before 7:00 for the 7:30 showing of Running With Scissors. It was one of those situations where they give out more free screening passes than the place can seat. The theater was almost entirely full by 7:30, and teeming with queers no less. Of course, we did not outnumber the straight people.


Movie Synopsis Young Augusten Burroughs (Cross) absorbs experiences that could make for a shocking memoir: the son of an alcoholic father (Baldwin) and an unstable mother (Bening), he’s handed off to his mother’s therapist, Dr. Finch (Cox), and spends his adolescent years as a member of Finch’s bizarre extended family.

The movie was engaging with some wildly eccentric characters. I do hate watching mainstream movies with straight people, though, whenever there is any kind of gay scene or theme to them, as there is always someone (or two or three or ten), and almost always men, who feel the absolute requirement to shout, “ugh,” or “gross,” to make good and sure that everyone knows he is / they are straight and not okay with whatever gay thing is being talked about or being shown.

With the number of queers in the audience, it would have been satisfying to have pre-organized a collective shout back, “Pick up the shattered pieces of your sexually insecure life and move on.”


I stayed in tonight working on the ever-tedious transcription project for my ENG 525 Variety in Language class.

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