Why do I have to be so fickle?

Whenever my dad calls or writes me now, he addresses me as "Dr. Homan." It's awfully if sweet, albeit more than a little premature.

 You can tell how disproportionate my interests are. Right now I have thirteen boxes of books, two boxes of dishes (formal and everyday), three boxes of stemware, seven boxes of kitchen equipment, a punch bowl, (and somehow I have neither everyday drinking glasses nor non-silver flatware) two boxes of linens, two boxes of photos and knickknacks, a ( Read more... )

 Well, I've been home from Germany for about a week now. In some ways it's like I never left. In other ways I'm already missing Freiburg. And in still other ways I have no idea what to feel or think. Not necessarily bad ( Read more... )

One week from this very minute I'll be touching down in St. Louis. (That means Sunday at 4pm). Holy crap ( Read more... )

My dad got the job (yay!), so I guess both parents are moving to Kansas. I think we're all feeling pretty mixed about this right now. Mal sehen.

Dear Person Who Seems to Take Great Delight in Playing a Hand Drum,

I'm glad to see that you have introduced other instruments to your repertoire. But a didgeridoo? Come on!! You can't be serious. Well, judging from the grotesque noises you've produced with it, even by didgeridoo standards, I have to think that you're not.

Dear Person Who Seems to Take Great Delight in Playing a Hand Drum ( Read more... )

Oh Missouri, how I miss thee. My favorite part is that he got the idea from Beverly Hills Cop. Oh jeez.

I'm home in four weeks. Krass.