I didn't forget to take my camera to Italy. I simply couldn't find it, despite looking for about three hours. (Three hours, by the way, that I could have used to switch to a smaller suitcase and save myself the grief of lugging the big one up and down the western coast ( Read more... )

Usually, I think of my eyebrows as accessories—to be managed, shaped, groomed ... or alternately to be left natural and full. This week may be one of the first times I've really appreciated the sweat-stopping function of the eyebrow. I've never sweated as much during normal activities as I have here, and in fact, the marathon might even be second ( Read more... )

I went through a phase many years ago where I thought the "at night" postcards were hilarious. I sent them to lots of people. What can I say, I was a teenager. (Not that I don't still go through stupid phases ( Read more... )

I'm not dead! But I am in Italy.

Last Thursday, a colleague and I read a paper at a conference in Naples. I've been in Italy now for about a week, and here I will remain for two more. Luckily, another colleague who's doing fieldwork in Italy had a place for us to stay ( Read more... )