At some point you just have to set down the Sociology of Religion Reader and say, you know what? That's enough for today ( Read more... )

Well, lets see here ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up around 8:30. I lied in bed for a little while and finally sat up around 10:20. I hate getting out of bed in the morning now because it means I have to put clothes on since I live with people. I used to be I could stumble naked to the bathroom half awake, but no more. Additionally, my room was freezing cold because I close my ( Read more... )

Some days at Humboldt State there are large protests on the quad. Not often, but today there was, and it was particularly special. I stood next to the Depot, under cover from the rain, and watched as the crowd grew. I stood there and talked to a friend who was out tabling against the Iraq War. We talked about budget issues, the war, queer activism ( Read more... )

Just when you think everyone you know can't possibly know everyone else you know anymore than they already do you get nights like these.

This foredawn on my way to bed I remembered Amy was sitting in Woodrow, and thought to myself she's under the seat, she'll be fine, and I'm tired. This was about 3:00.

At 7:00 this morning a knock came at my door. As with all things at such an inhuman hour I said to myself no answering for you, sleep time is now. However, the knocking persisted. ( Read more... )

I'm not entirely certain what I've spent the last week doing. I'm not entirely certain why I am awake at this hour. I'm not entirely certain why people come to me like I am in a charge or something. And I'm not entirely certain I can think straight about anything right now. But, hell, I'm pretty sure half of those are true all of the time anyway, ( Read more... )

I guess when I get tired and haven't eaten all day I start to pick fights. Well, not so much pick fights as much as just say whatever comes to mind. Like, "Oh, you think that? Yeah, I think that makes you a bitch."

Oops.

I walked into the Depot yesterday and they were playing Numa Numa. I knew it was going to be a good week at that moment.

I was reminded just now of a funny thing I read today. I was sitting in the Women's Resource Center having a conversation with their Queer Coordinator about zero-waste living in relation to feminine care products when I notice on the wall a letter with a sticky-note on it reading "Hate Mail." I walk over to it, flip the note up, and notice the ( Read more... )