Hullo!

I've been gone for ages, for all sorts of vaguely meandering reasons. But--for at least the next 24 hours--I'm back. Missed ya.

Just had amazing day in San Francisco, thanks entirely to the fantastic oyceter. I am now the proud owner of 6 books I would never before have picked out, (having held off being the proud owner of something like 17 books by sheer willpower) and I am full of excellent food. Hooray for the West Coast, say I, and for the kindness of strangers.

Incidentally, I'm in San Francisco.

My pet email account, (thanks to a prof. who, for reasons known best to himself, posted a class listserv online with every member's address lying open like flabby oysters,) gets a lot of spam. It gets so much spam, in fact, that I am able to rather enjoy it. Recently, however, the Male Enhancement genre has gotten disturbingly aggressive. They are ( Read more... )

Well, darlings. I'm back. Finished my deadlines, did my Christmas holidays up in fine style, zoomed off to Oregon and danced about in hotsprings and on mountains with the IBW. At the moment I am flummoxed, because in the last month, my speed dial has pulled a wobbly. It's all babies and explosions around here, I tell you what, and I'd like to be ( Read more... )

(For tomorrow at 8, I should have said.)

Hey, gang--

Odds are looking increasingly good that I'll have an extra free ticket in the Orchestra for Avenue Q. If I do--who wants it?

Winning today's Magnificently Misdirected Effort award--I bring you Yahoo Answers!

"Tell Leonardo diCaprio what simple steps we can do to combat global warming."(And here I'd planned to spend the afternoon telling Mark Wahlberg nine simple methods to decrease world hunger and improve the purity of water supplies in Africa. Maybe stop off for a ( Read more... )

So I have been testing out different types of invisible ink, and I am here to tell you that milk does not work. It just makes the paper wrinkly. I have higher hopes of lemon juice. Anyone else have ideas ( Read more... )

“At the drabber moments of my life (swilling some excrement from the steps, for instance, or rooting with a bent coat hanger down a blocked sink), thoughts occur like, I bet Tom Stoppard doesn’t have to do this.”