In Sapa, Vietnam ( Read more... )

Parents, cognac, and "The Day the Earth Stood Still." Not bad ( Read more... )

I thought it would be fitting to write an elegy for my dear departed Theories of Culture class--one final down!--but decided it would be a lot easier to steal one. The following bit of poetry has nothing to do with Anthropology, but it is, at least according to my hazy memory of AP English, "about death." Plus it's neat-sounding ( Read more... )

This is Sarah, a voracious cinephile and, evidently, a spork. Beyond that I'd prefer to avoid classification.

I live with five giraffes, three Hindu gods, and one loyal computer, Alyosha. And one exponentially multiplying community of dust bunnies. We are glad to meet you.

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