I am going to knit a hundred pairs of mittens and give them away to guests at my wedding (not that this is an event in the foreseeable future) like Latvian brides of old. So, everyone, you are welcome to inform me of your colour preferences now :-)

It is way past my dinner time, I am too lazy to bother to cook with any immediacy - so to employ hyperbole, I'm starving - and if I ever meet Michel Foucault, I'll only pause to make absolutely certain of his identity before stringing him up by his ankles and dousing him with tar followed by a goodly smattering of feathers ( Read more... )

I ought to allow myself more kindness for the Old World. Like an elder, it deserves at least a nod of respect: after all, I have been educated here, and its imprint has seared my self like only New Mexico before it. Yet today I can hardly bring myself to grant it due recognition; at the end of August, amid memories of the desert, my European ( Read more... )

The New York Times Book Review reduces one of the chapters in the book "Real College" to the following ( Read more... )

If you, dear reader, seek insight into the Disaster that is Jade, I have compiled a list of the four places that have shaped my psyche ( Read more... )

Simona just wrote me (and a list of about 20 others) this: "The community at my BA study at Utrecht University was nice, but never as burning for things and so 'invincible' as we had in New Mexico. That is what I miss. The will to burn for things and the courage to be burned if it is so ( Read more... )

Perhaps I should bother to introduce myself. My name is Jade, like the 1995 movie starring David Caruso and Linda Fiorentino. Yeah. Jade Lin, 22 years of age, obviously female, an MA candidate in medieval history at Utrecht University, blah blah blah ( Read more... )

Already I begin to shed the skin that I wore during our time together. I lately went to get my haircut and now the longshanks that I once wore have been lopped off to my shoulders. It suits me; I like it better this way; but Alec liked it long and I didn’t mind ( Read more... )

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so ( Read more... )

So this is how it ends. This is the end, my friend. The end. Everyone says sorry, yet I feel no real need for commiseration. On the “day of,” I cried until my tear ducts were less tear ducts than aqueducts, but now I can hardly bring myself to care ( Read more... )