Because the universe has a wicked sense of humor, my parents and hubs are both out of town this week. I just got a text from A. saying he was on the 27th floor, having a drink, looking over the San Francisco Bay. I repeat: wicked sense of humor. It is also the last week of class … [Read more…]
I have no idea how this semester is already over. Wasn’t Halloween last week? Didn’t football season just start? I must have inadvertently gone down a rabbit hole, waited around for a minute, and reemerged three months later. Call me Rip. Seriously. But what a stressful, amazing semester it has been! I’m still not done … [Read more…]
Obviously, I don’t condone the ninja’s actions.
I totally didn’t expect to end up a sobbing puddle of sobs by the end of this, but so it was. Here’s one of the best, most heart-breaking (warming?) short films I’ve seen in a while. And it’s about zombies. “Cargo”
I came across this poem yesterday and love its meditation on gratitude, on how we show respect and to whom. As Americans, we may taut the value of experience and the need to respect those who have lived long enough to level up in this crazy world, but ours is not a culture of respect. … [Read more…]
Cancer has touched the lives of too many people in my life. You could say it’s the creeper neighbor of the medical world, and it needs to stay the hell away from the people I love. A week ago, we found out that Austin’s Uncle Ron has a brain tumor. He’d been having headaches since … [Read more…]
Just checking in for a minute to share my new class motto, courtesy of the awesomest of them all, Mr. Wil Wheaton: “Be Honest, Be Kind, Be Honorable, Work Hard, and Always Be Awesome.” See his post here. This is totally going on my syllabus, in the section on expected behavior. I really want to … [Read more…]
Okay, so it’s not morning anymore. Still, I thought this day needed a little poetry action. My choice: Joe Wilkins’s “Then I Packed You Up the Ridge Like a Brother on My Back.” It’s the featured poem today over at Poetry Daily. I am not a hunter. I have nothing against those who are, so long as … [Read more…]
My mother has impossibly perfect handwriting – small, uniform, and neat. I could never forge her signature on bad report cards. She was an absolute stickler for good handwriting, and when I was a child, my sloppy letters must have irked her supremely. She’d hover over my shoulder, remonstrating me for my illegible sentences and making me … [Read more…]
I discovered Jesca Hoop last year when she opened for a Chris Thile’s band Punch Brothers. (Thile is amazing live. I’ve seen him a couple of times before with Nickel Creek, and his skill and showmanship never disappoint.) Hoop came out with her guitar and proceeded to knock my socks off, playing a set of absolutely mesmerizing, … [Read more…]