I was going to add this as a response to the note about social services, but I'd rather discuss it out here on the main blog ( Read more... )

... with Angela for a bite and a sip and another sip and ... who knows ( Read more... )

... but still the academic prose flows and flows. Possible working titles for my upcoming ecocriticism paper ( Read more... )

Oh. My.

Who DOES this?

Then again, nothing says "rumble" like pink and blue crepe paper, and a maternity smock. (Seriously, WTF?!?!!)

I wasn't planning on writing about this topic again so soon. But judging from the e-mails and other feedback I've gotten on my blog entry a few nights ago, this is a topic that stirs a lot of strong feelings -- even among people who haven't experienced it ( Read more... )

The university library echoes with the staccato clicking of keypads and ... not much else.

I am jonesing for coffee.

And fresh air. The grass outside looks so inviting right now. Maybe I'll go to the park after this and read a book.

* * *

In other news, this movement continues to bother me on some level. Maybe I'm just some naive, fluffy- ( Read more... )

Last night, I did something I haven't done since I was a teenager: I spent the night in a tent. Alone ( Read more... )

Here's a silly game to pass the time. Set your Mp3 player or PC jukebox to "shuffle" and record the first 15 songs that come up as answers to the following questions:

* * *

1. How does the world see you? "On Top," the Killers

2. Will I have a happy life? "Word Up!" Korn

3. What do my friends think of me? "A Common Disaster," Cowboy Junkies. ( ( Read more... )

Currently assaulting my eardrums: "THOSE HORSIE CANDIES ARE MINE!!!! MIIIIINE!!!!!"

Sorry, kid. It's called delayed gratification. And after stuffing about five of Belgium's finest exports into your mouth, it's time to practice some...

I should be in bed ( Read more... )