This picture just popped up on my screen saver and I felt the need to share:


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I meant to get these posted last night, but there was a party at Free Ride after work, and by the time I got home, it was pretty late (also by the time I got home, my new purse had ripped and I ended up just sitting on the couch and sewing it back together again).

Anyway, here are those pictures:

( me with the elephant ears in front of South Hall )

( the Antioch Honor Code banner )

Note:
I wrote and attempted to post this a few hours ago, and met with zero success. The computers, like everything else at Antioch, are habitually broken. Here, then, is my second attempt:

There was a graffiti slogan that I always particularly enjoyed while I was a student at Antioch: block handwriting in black Sharpie, simply saying "Oh, this ( Read more... )

Killing time in the Olive Kettering Library at Antioch College, waiting for the C-Shop to open, because I didn't want to go to wherever-it-was with the elder alums. I've been hanging out with caelidh and Mark, doing work in Antiochiana and mostly just listening to Scott, the Archivist, talk about stuff. It's a good way to spend a day. Zann arrived this ( Read more... )

My computer came back from the repair shop today. That scary, always-cheerful religious zealot who works there called and sing-songed her way through telling me to come pick it up. She gives me the willies.

So now that I have the chance to sit in the quiet and calm of my living room, I will tell you more about yesterday. True, Mark and zostrianos were there ( Read more... )

And then I split in two.

Most of yesterday was spent Freaking The Hell Out. By email, by telephone ... several people got distressed or distressing messages from me. Mark Swanholm showed what a decent guy he is by talking to me for a good, long while, even though he was at work. But the mad props go to zostrianos who got a screaming, hysterical phone call ( Read more... )