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Brian and I have just gotten back from a gallery talk, and are hanging out in his studio, settling down for a long winter’s paper writing and sculpture carving. All of a sudden, we hear voices in the alley. Drunk voices, yelling “Whaddaya doing?” “I’m peeing!” “We’re all peeing!”
In unison, we spring in to [...]

May I present: Owl in a Box! (Found via the ever-enlightening Mimi Smartypants).
And can I just tell you that the first owl photo looks disconcertingly like Brian when he’s annoyed? (And how is it I never noticed that I’ve paired off with X the Owl? Does that make me Henrietta Pussycat, meow meow? And while [...]

I think he must have rolled in something at the park. OOoo-eeee!
In other news, I haven’t seen my cell phone in two days. And my (main) computer up and died on me. Reviving the computer and recovering the  therin looks to be a bit spendy, so I’ve decided just to sit on my dead computer [...]

I was walking along Walter Street today when a big gust of wind blew past, scattering leaves and papers and making a cute toddler, who was tromping sturdily along the curb and holding her father’s hand, giggle and clap with delight.
It was just getting dark, and as I looked up at the porch lights of [...]

Just when Library School was getting all dry and stressy, the simple joys of research come to the rescue.
Among the many cool databases my school library subscribes to, I found Alexander Publishing’s North American Women’s Letters and Diaries collection. Which is basically just what it sounds like: a database of letters and diaries, all available [...]

Things I have:
1. A computer that won’t start
2. A back up computer (thank goodness)
3. A headache.
4. Two assignments due tomorrow, two more this weekend.
5. A slipping GPA.

Scientists agree global warming is real.
Scientists agree world faces mass extinction.
Scientists agree it’s in his kiss.
Scientists agree ocean acidification is caused by humans.
Scientists agree Denny’s is dangerous.
Scientists agree — Star Trek wins.

So, school’s going well. I’m busy, but once I manage to push through the cobwebs of “ohmydogthisissomuchworkandwhatamIevendoinghere” it’s actually kind of fun, and refreshingly straightforward compared to, say, trying to write a decent poem. So why do I, at least once a week, become convinced that I’ll never finish, or that I’ll never find work, [...]

For the next year, I’ll be taking part in Pajiba’s Cannonball Read, joining one hundred other bloggers as we read and review 52 books in one year.
The first time I ever heard of Cynthia Ozick I was probably about twelve. Someone gifted my parents with Spy Magazine’s Separated at Birth?, one of those gifty, funny, [...]