My garden burst into life over the weekend. What were tiny sprouts on May 2, at the largest, are now vigorous plants four inches high or more. The beans underwent an especially radical transformation. Even last Friday only one was even poking out of the ground, and now they've outstripped the peas.


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I grew up helping my parents grow a half-acre garden, and have missed gardening ever since. For the first time in a long time, I actually have space to plant a garden. The inauspicious-looking patch of pink tile in the picture below is the only part of the yard that gets halfway-decent sunlight. Over the break I dug up the tiles, mulched the soil ( ( Read more... )

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The house it is! We move in two weeks.


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I've decided to move to the Stanford Department of Communication next year. The decision was difficult and involved, but I think it's for the best. I am planning on keeping my Berkeley contacts alive, especially that with my current advisor, and I'll probably be back to sit in on a class or two as well (especially the one Jean Lave and Peter ( Read more... )

Poll money to strangers
Under what conditions do you refuse to give money to strangers? (explain in comments)

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My sister gave birth today at 6:21 to Brecklyn Mae Bowen, a healthy girl of 6 pounds 14 ounces. Congrats to my little sis, and happy birthday to Brecklyn!


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It's an odd yet familiar ritual that I find myself living over and over again. Hunched over my laptop, I'm still in my pajamas at 3 p.m., and have only imbibed hot cocoa and tea since waking up from my nap after a near-all-nighter of working. Heavily-marked papers, additional laptops, and other research detritus are strewn all around me. It's a ( Read more... )