I feel very Donna Reed-ish today - I am making French Onion soup, just blocked a sweater I am knitting (I may put up pictures later, since it looks like fairies armed with shiny sewing pins have captured an enemy), and will be altenately working on my thesis and pushing the vaccum cleaner around. I even have Betty Rubble's hair!

(I have made the ( Read more... )

I am at a coffeeshop drinking chai and wondering if my student from last semester (who is sitting less than six feet from the back of my head) recognizes me. She may actually not - I had more hair then. [oooh, side funny story. Our reception at the conference was really weird. One example of the weird: I walked up to a guy I used to know wellish ( Read more... )

I am being a rebellious teenager with great abandon these days. I got a tattoo; I mouth off to my mother (only she now thinks my sassing is funny); I recently stuck two more holes in my ears; and I am now considering dyeing my hair or doing something else funny to it for the first time in my life ( Read more... )