I feel better now.

This doesn't happen to me a lot. I don't get homesick. Never have. I miss my family, my friends, but I generally don't miss my country, the smell of my city, the sound of my language. But lately I have. Perhaps it is because I have never lived abroad for this long before. And perhaps it is because I am seriously contemplating the likelihood of me ( Read more... )

I was going to spend this weekend working. Unsurprisingly, that didn't exactly happen ( Read more... )

...and most quiz things are dumb. But this, in my experience, is quite true:

Never Date a Cancer
( Read more... )

Since I think that WorkAndPlay pretty much sums up my life (in all it's balance and disbalance) I'll stick with the theme. So this will be a post in two chapters ( Read more... )

After nine months of not posting I am hereby reviving my journal. Not that I have anything of particular interest to say at the moment, but just because I am in a better position to write. Why? A few reasons ( Read more... )

In keeping with the theme of life changes and moments of clarity I took the plunge and decided to change my research topic completely. I am still brainstorming, so I can’t say anything to definite about the implications of the switch, but I can say that it involves turning my gaze from hookers to librarians, from brothels to libraries and from the ( Read more... )

In this the first week of my self-appointed sobriety I went out dancing twice. Thursday night at club Global was a little weird. I don’t particularly enjoy the atmosphere of the club (lots of groping men and people gauging each other’s coolness factor from the perimeter of the dance floor), and I was there with some people I met here. They’re a ( Read more... )

7-1-2005 ( Read more... )

6-1-2006 ( Read more... )