Posted on November 7, 2007, 10:46am | Kerry Howley ( Read more... )

So weird to be picking out classes for the last time ( Read more... )

Birthday brunch was haphazardly chosen at some Trinidadian place right next to liquor store since I wanted goat roti and Yelpers yayyed it. It was closed and the droopy dirty woman with the plaid umbrella would not have been able to fix the situation. So we ended up at the brunch place that I never remember the name of. Homemade Cafe? My second ( Read more... )

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Pro-union rat balloons are used to protest businesses. That would totally backfire on small children/me. While we’re discussing little adults, the Wall Street Journal had an article on wealthy pre-pubescents amassing art collections. If I were nine-years-old and my restriction was the $5000 limit these kids have per “piece,” I would just be buying ( Read more... )

Another perplexing class where the French prof gives us an hour worth of background information on Pastoral literature. Based on how she dishes out the allusions to dozens of authors and how the first lecture was on aesthetics as a philosophical polemic, she’s definitely going to see my middle-school level papers and just snortle (snort + chortle ( Read more... )

I am halfway through Ha Buah and it’s surprisingly good! Eytan Fox rehashes the themes from Yossi &Jagger, but this plotline seems more developed. And I totally expected Ivri Lider to show up eventually in one of these movies and bam, he’s center stage in a nightclub scene. And a beach rave for peace in the Middle East? Excellent idea; sign me up. ( Read more... )

French class had us write these awful poems in ten minutes that will be compiled into a little booklet for each of us so that we can all be humiliated. Baudelaire is probably laughing his bipolar ass off at us. To wit, mine ended with "Will we never see each other again? / After the bus comes...no." I am ready for a close-up with my laurel crown ( Read more... )

Ratzinger is flailing around trying to pick fights with everyone. First, he snubs the Protestant churches as “wounded” and implies that they might not be real, whatever that means. Then, he revives the Latin Mass, which I’ve attended and is nice in the way that rustic farmhouses are nice. It coincidentally brings back the prayer for the conversion ( Read more... )

The fun began when she threw the mini corpse into my room and insisted that I look at it by dropping it at my feet. I didn’t know whether to be proud of Cara or be confused by how cute the hole-punched mouse was. Then she started smacking it and bouncing it off the walls. So now Remy is staring wide-eyed and not so bushy tailed from the inside of a ( Read more... )