Hack. Cough. Gag. *expires ( Read more... )

The rest of my weekend was actually not so bad, except that I realized I am a total academic nerd. Meeting Wendy Doniger and wandering around the Divinity School halls was oodles more exciting than meeting Brad Pitt in Beverly Hills would be.  I took photos of the doors and nameplates of several academics that I'm amazed actually walk the same ( Read more... )

I left the sunny weather of Southern California at the extremely ungodly hour of 4:30am on Thursday. I'm a night owl, and I can also rouse myself early in the mornings for certain things, but I cannot remember the last time I saw 4am on the clock. It was not pretty, especially on three hours of sleep. In the deep darkness of Thursday morning, I ( Read more... )

I don't have a whole lot going on at this point that wouldn't bore everyone to sleep, but I do have a few things that absolutely bugged the heck out of me today. First, and most importantly in my mind, why in God's name do people get on elevators in order to go up ONE floor? I mean, I think I'm pretty lazy for taking the elevator to the third floor ( Read more... )

According to my father, one day when I was very young, I informed him that I had big days, and that he, on the other hand, actually had small days ( Read more... )

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Seriously, Paul Tillich. I know you're brilliant and controversial and all, but I wanted to tell you it's really bad form to steal the title I had all picked out for my book. Even if you have been dead for several decades and wrote the book when my mother was in diapers. It was MY title, and I thought it was rather ingenious, and now I have to go ( Read more... )

You know what I love? I absolutely love going to the campus library to do some research, booklist in hand, huffing and puffing up flights of fluorescent lit stairs, only to discover that of the TEN books on my list, only THREE are where they are supposed to be. I then get to wander down long rows of books searching for a computer terminal that will ( Read more... )

 There is a moment, even in the worst familial relationship, when the distance narrows and we soften. With my grandmother, I feel it in the letters she writes me. She writes congratulations and sends news clippings she finds in the local paper. She tells me how proud she is of me, and how far my talents will carry me. As conflicted as I am, when I ( Read more... )

I've successfully rearranged my apartment - thus far, lack of nightmares seems to encourage the thought that I've done it in a manner pleasing to the feng shui spirits - and I've started meeting about my classes. I feel like it's time for the leaves to start changing. That's what fall is all about: change and its necessity.

The seasons aren't ( Read more... )