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Just Before Class
Sadness over the end of winter term ( Read more... ) -
Uses for Facebook
http://booksthatmakeyoudumb.virgil.gr/
A correlation chart that uses SAT scores with favorite books listed. Hilarity ensues... -
Triop Hatchings
Wednesday evening as I was out the door around 3 a.m. and I saw my first hatched triop. I was nearly out of hope because I had put the eggs in several days ago with no signs of hatching.
But today there are officially two! Their names for now are Malfeasance and Peter Murphy. When I stare at the tank long enough there are a few more little ( Read more... ) -
The State of Winter Term
Winter term has absolutely flitted away. I cannot believe that my month of freedom is nearly over. I guess time flies when you are having fun. I had this idea that I would have lots of down time and that I would be sort of bored and that I would fill this bored down time with constructive projects and such. Rather, I stay up late carousing and ( Read more... ) -
a la snow
Winter Term is going to be amazing. I can already tell. Being back in my house is salve to my soul. There is nothing quite like the feeling of being able to do whatever you want for a whole month ( Read more... ) -
WoooHooo!
Alex, it appears that you were probably the most prolific contributor to the wiki, so you get much of the credit for its success. I am giving you a grade of 93% (A) for your contributions to the project.
I am the dirtiest suck up ever! -
Break re-cap
I utterly despise Christmas and I don't really like New Years. New Years is just too arbitrary to me. The times when things change are just not in synch with Dick Clark. Dick Clark is that much creepier looking after having had a stroke. Although watching him on tv actually kind of makes me like New Years a little bit more. Anyway, the way ( Read more... ) -
Excerpt from Life is Elsewhere
But here is its specter knocking at the door and entering the story. It is not entering in the guise of the secret police or in the guise of a sudden revolution; History does not make its way only on the dramatic peaks of our lives but also soaks into everyday life like dirty water; it enters our story in the guise of underwear.
-Milan Kundera
