Oh Jesus.

First of all, I've obviously been incredibly busy.

I finished my junior year of college (three semesters left because my major's requirements are more stringent than those of the university). I got Dean's List honours this term as well as last and a 3.65 GPA, which, I should point out, is considered remarkable in my major. Just finishing ( Read more... )

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The ground is not slippery; therefore it is.

So this morning, I went to church.

This was a usual undertaking unusually performed, in several senses. First, I did it earlier than I normally do, specifically at eight o' clock am. This was practical necessity, my usual schedule being a casualty of the impending finals. Since I stayed up all night last ( Read more... )

Harry Reid, the Senate Majority Leader, is, while not the best, almost certainly the most impressive and unexpected survivor of Tuesday night, and a political Time Lord.

It really is remarkable.

I should point out that, while I know he's fairly unpopular, I have a personal connexion to the man. My grandfather was involved with him when he was a ( Read more... )

This is dedicated to judamacaby , silverzephyr13 , and their insistence that I write a story that was like Aoi Hana with as much loving description of New England (specifically, the Middle Connecticut Valley) as Aoi Hana has of Kamakura.

Red Leaf Travelling Blues
( Allowed by the conductor to get on the Pioneer Valley Transit Authority bus despite not having enough money and being at the very edge of the PVTA service area at best, they settled down into two isolated seats at the very back, their heads resting against the cold metal behind them as they listened to the power train’s almost maternal hum. They went through the fields south of Bernardston and down the old streets of Greenfield. Past there, they crossed the big river at Turners Falls, where it fell over the power-dam in triple cataracts. South of Sunderland they got off and looked down past Amherst to the distant humps of the Holyoke Range. The hills north of the Quabbin were blazing with foliage to the east beneath the morning sun. )

The world really is beautiful. Don't you agree?

The gardens that Emily Dickinson wrote her later poems in.
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So, as some of you know, I am from the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts and will be returning there shortly for the purposes of college. With this in mind, I'd like to present the following league tables for those of you who have any interest in the following subjects: Massachusetts, basketball, girls' colleges, Henry Knox, President Coolidge, ( Read more... )

Apparently one of my acquaintances thinks that I'm from Indiana because of my accent.

This is my accent.

I have a North-Eastern New England accent.


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