Alright, so I'm updating from my aunt's house in White Plains. Their internet has just returned after it got knocked out by a storm. Just in time for my visit. Bless you, webgods.

After a fairly uneventful flight I dropped off my bags at my aunt's office on 5th Ave and scuttled over to the library where I read A E Houseman's The Shropshire Lad ( Read more... )

My hair has gotten very "Harriet Jones, MP Flydale North" all of a sudden. It needs cutting. I don't know how it wants to be cut, though. I kind of miss when it could get shaggy without looking completely like a middle aged political back-bencher, but I've also got this urge to get shorter. And shorter and shorter... I've been tossing stuff ( Read more... )

I'm home! Exams are over, three day drive back to town is over and I am home. Just got back from the grocery store (hurrah!) and I got this new drink I'm super keen to try, I'm just waiting for it to 'fridgerate. Dad's downstairs listening to that damn Toby Keith song. I mean it's an ok song once you get over the Toby Keith bit. There are ( Read more... )

I had "Carry on my Wayward Son" stuck in my head for my entire anthropology exam. Screw you, Kansas! I refuse to get teary eyed over the definition of "acculturation" and other useless anthropological terms. Ok, yeah, anthropology is useful and interesting and all but it's been an entire semester and I haven't had to do any of the readings. ( Read more... )

I just referenced wendigos (wendigi?) of all things in my five page french research paper. It came up in an article I read about how the french hunters brought over their legends of "loups-garous" (werewolves) and combined them with the Native American myths about wendigos (wendigus? wendig? seriously, what is the plural form?) and the like. Toss ( Read more... )

I've just eaten a glut of honeysuckle and spent the last two hours or so playing a rousing game of 19th century natural philosopher with myself. I have pollen in my nails, up my nose, possibly in my ears and for some bizarre reason my fingers smell like that dead minnow I poked with a stick but I feel better than I have in a long time. I went to ( Read more... )

Aiee, four internship applications today. Two at the Science Museum (as well as one app to work in their gift store), one for the Minnesota Children's Museum and one for MPR. I really really want the MPR one and kinda really want one of the Science Museum positions ( Read more... )

Today ROCKS. I have left-over Thai curry from my birthday, a Crunchie from Fitz (as well as Buttons and Penguins! Yay!) and at least three of those delicious coconut-mochi treats Ferdy made for me! Yummy dinner!

Oh yeah, and Mouse is coming to visit.

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MOUSE IS COMING TO VISIT?!

*cleans room like a coke crunchie fiend*

Dude, I've been getting wrong numbers like crazy all day. They're from all over, too. Some guy in Phoenix thinks my name is Dave and that I want to buy land from him. Or maybe his name is Dave and he thinks my name is Jawan Blandly. To paraphrase Doug the Head's kids: it's difficult to tell... he's got a thick Minnesotan accent. In Phoenix. ( Read more... )

If anyone was concerned about what happened to the glitter industry after glam rock went the way of the thin white duke, just go to an Of Montreal show and your worries about poor unemployed glitter-factory workers will be assuaged. Glam is alive and well and it sounds... well, it's sounded better if you ask me but it's never looked so good. I ( Read more... )