Pow. Thesis is done, with various milestones stretching back into the past and off into the future. The final copies, one for Schow library and one (in snazzy acid-free paper) for the Archives, had to be turned in last Monday. I had to depart for The Hamp on the Sunday prior so I made some final changes, wrote a terrible abstract, cranked the thing ( Read more... )

It's a well-established fact that spending time at home makes one feel younger. With parents and sibling around, I find myself slipping into roles that I have clearly outgrown. But events have particularly conspired during this break to make me feel like I'm in my teens and not in my twenties ( Read more... )

My cousins are adorable. Twenty-one of them, on Mother's side alone. Not all were here tonight, though it felt that way at times ( Read more... )