I'm thinking of calling one of my camp workshops (or maybe my Bliss Book page?) Home Economics: Power to the People! or something like that. Basically, I want to talk about the value of regaining personal power over your economic resources (not just money, but also labor and especially TIME). How participating in the informal economy (through ( Read more... )

The accidental recurring theme of my recent reading material: women in Iran (Persepolis, Reading Lolita in Tehran).

The accidental recurring theme of my recent watching material: time travel (Dr. Who, Primer, Meet the Robinsons).

Reading Lolita in Tehran dominated my day. I am almost to the last part. It's a very good thing for me to be reading ( Read more... )

The rest of the day was good, too. Honors convo was cool because I knew the names of at least half of the award-winners this year. I'm surrounded by such brilliant people. Also, as we were processing out of the chapel, Lucy, Sarah, Divya, Joanna, and Katrina blew bubbles on us from the balcony. Then Steph and I went shopping and out to dinner ( Read more... )

I had brunch this morning at the Dacie Moses House. Homemade cinnamon rolls, yum! I really love that house. I want to be like the girls who live there, dealing out delicious food in their housedresses, kerchiefs, and aprons. I would feel so archetypically feminine ( Read more... )

Work was good. I got to watch Blue's Clues in the lounge while my supervisor ran an errand and share popcorn with her on our break. I swept about eight flights of stairs. That's a lot of stairs ( Read more... )

The absentminded professor's thoughts while packing ( Read more... )

I had a fun day at work. I sat in on about half of the Spanish class. Mr. Smith lent me a book on linguistics. When he first pulled it out I thought, "Oh no, he's going to try to nail my ass," but he just said, "I think you might find this interesting. Look, this guy counts these things as clauses..." I think I might want to be a linguist when ( Read more... )

I'm dressed up right now, if you can believe it. Well, semi-dressed up, anyway. Debra and I are going to the Artists' Reception for the literary magazine this afternoon, and I'm wearing my new black stretchy pants and a shirt with white blossoms and sequins and half-sleeves that my semi-stepsister gave me for Christmas. And I will soon put on my ( Read more... )

I'm getting really sick of men. Not men in general, because that would be sexist and wrong, but this quintessentially male point of view. The one that's all, "Ooh, look at how many big words I know and how many things I can do! I must look for problems where there aren't any and tell people how to fix things all the time! I'm capable of being ( Read more... )

I realized last night that I write because I have no sex appeal ( Read more... )