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…]
Well crap. It’s 3:00 am, and I’m wide awake. (No, not lonely, although the 90s child in me did just geek out a bit). Tonight it’s money issues. I am so tired of nearly being in the red every month. I need to finish this damned dissertation and get some more teaching. And seriously, childcare….if … [Read more…]
Saw this poem posted on Poetry Daily yesterday. I love its exploration of the urban experience, of being able to connect with one’s surroundings (natural or otherwise) and find one’s place in the “spiraling galaxy” of which we are all a part. The poem is also an excellent lesson in sensory detail, specifically capturing the sights … [Read more…]
My life is not hard. In fact, it’s downright cushy. By about 3:00pm today, though, I had thrown in the towel. Ragged from waking up early with the Beastie, I read all morning for my latest dissertation chapter. When said toddler wouldn’t nap, I tried to force the issue for over an hour, to no … [Read more…]
Because I woke up from a most delicious dream this Monday morning, here is a love poem for you: Nikki Giovanni’s “I Wrote a Good Omelet.” It perfectly captures the discombobulation of being in love. “I Wrote a Good Omelet” I wrote a good omelet…and ate a hot poem… after loving you Buttoned my car…and … [Read more…]
Can we please stop with the Twilight bashing? It’s feeling a bit warmed over at this point. Sure, Bella and Edward’s relationship is completely unhealthy – he’s a controlling creeper, and she’s a dependent, moping wreck of a female role model. As countless memes attest, pretty much any story is a better love story than Twilight. The books are not … [Read more…]
I was cutting up some watermelon this afternoon when a thought struck me: My children will never know watermelons with seeds. Real seeds. The kind from watermelons in the past – those slimy black discs we expertly avoided, spat to the ground, or perhaps even feared would sprout if swallowed. Future generations will never have … [Read more…]