I google myself. You google yourself. We all google ourselves ( Read more... )

Do I have one thousand dollars to blow on London?

Your thoughts are welcome.

I pulled an Emily Goll ( Read more... )

I accepted a coffee date with a coffee roaster ( Read more... )

Betty Friedan, the author of "The Feminine Mystique," died yesterday at the age of 85.

As if the women's lib movement hadn't taken enough hits this year.

Last night I went to the symphony.
And then watched "Casablanca" with a Psych major from Oregon.
The Seahawks lost today, but I finally learned football basics from my dad.
There is a Code Black at Seattle Grace that I sat through two hours of post-SuperBowl insanity to watch.

Everything tastes better when it's out of a martini glass.

According to NYUHome the five-day forecast for New York and Seattle is exactly the same.

Read page C18 of today's New York Times and let me know what you think.

First, no one commented on the Bolshevik Betsy/Commie Chris bit of genius. Clearly, no one loves the alliteration like I love the alliteration ( Read more... )

Here's the problem ( Read more... )

I remembered.

My former professor is basically letting me write my own recommendation. Success!