get on and ride, darn it ( Read more... )

It's times like this that I sit back and reflect and feel how lucky I really have been in life. I had a facebook request today, from a professor of mine at University of Portland. This man, with whom I had all of two classes my first years as an undergrad, was the first person ever to offer me a standing letter of rec. Refusing to write a form ( Read more... )

 oh screw it.

I wrote a whole entry and it disappeared. I hate this lappy and I hate the internets sometimes.

seriously, I was so close to done. forget it. I read Wilde, I read Harrison, I read Cruz, I had a nap, and a weird dream and I won something on ebay.

GRRR. I hate you livejournal.

Claiborne dress = altered, done ( Read more... )

the  worst part of our jobs:

when a student fails. Or nearly fails.

Particularly if they come to you for help, and ... in all fairness, you really can't do anything. When they are bright and have missed checkpoint after checkpoint, and there are no excuses for it. When you've urged them in class to please, hazard a guess at the quiz, which is 5% of ( Read more... )

 a very good friend asked me in an email today if I'd figured out my June plan yet. I wrote some ideas down last night. Looking at them, I'm still unsatisfied - not enough making, too much reading (bah!), but then I have to remember: I'm moving. I have a whole lot of packing and cleaning and etc. to do; perhaps it's better I don't spend the month ( Read more... )

I couldn't think that any of my friends would want to read through all these, so I just picked out my favorite one. here are some of my answers:

52. FAVORITE SMELL? so many choices: the way my cat smells, right in the soft fur on her throat, the smell of rain and the wet earth afterward, rosemary, lavendar, red wine, the waxy smell of oilbars drying ( Read more... )

Thirteen hours, fifteen minutes until my defense ( Read more... )

seeing as I just left a mondo long comment, this already short entry will necessarily be even shorter, as I still need to get most of my day's yoga under my belt before we have to leave and time is running down. (Still, one needs some relaxing mornings like this, no? A bit of defiance of the day's demands, just to keep things in perspective...)

The ( Read more... )

Cass says I'm cold. And it's true. I'm surprisingly pragmatic and unsentimental for a girl who consistently cries at sappy endings, romantic endings, sappy commercials, etc. I flush with goosebumps all over my body at music - be it Porgy and Bess or Wagner, any of the many and varied things that touches me, and my entire body responds. And I throw ( Read more... )