Cleaning out my hard-drive, I found random Word documents that are fragments of posts I wrote at one time or another but never ended up posting. So I figured I might as well. This is actually a post I wrote up last May; I was in the midst of end of term paper writing for spring semester and was becoming slightly unhinged and was apparently ( Read more... )

Because antibiotics are akin to magic, I no longer feel like slowly smothering myself to death with my pillow to make the suffering stop. Amazing what a few degrees difference in body temperature does to your outlook on life. But now I’m awake but feeling completely incapable of any kind of exertion. I tried grading an impossible backlog of ( Read more... )

I had dreams about wooly mullen last night. When I worked at the local historical society several years ago to recreate an 1830’s vegetable garden, I kept find woolly mullen sprouting among the cabbages (which I grew in checkerboard pattern of alternating red and green), so I’d pull it up and throw it in the compost. One day, the director of the ( Read more... )