Again, I come to this neglected hovel to write for the sake of writing. And, so that the letter and spirit of this endeavor might compliment each other, I choose to write about, well, writing ( Read more... )

I have endured a prolonged period of writer's block. It upsets me. Usually, each May, I try to write one thing a day. This year, I got all of one thing down on the second, and allowed self-loathing to fester thereon in ( Read more... )

I feel somewhat obligated, as an interested party of the internet community as well as a poli. sci. major with readings to put off, to comment on last night's leaders debate. O, what a sight I was, curled up on the couch, ranging from impassioned anger to hysterical giggling. Any bystander would've assumed I was watching a chick flick. The evening ( Read more... )

( I've always viewed sexuality as a sort of sexism. )

Tired of those same old 55 questions about me surveys ( Read more... )

The subject line is an old idea of mine, intended to be the title of a scrapbook form of poetry collection based on my life spent in Georgetown. This note, however, is not about Georgetown, but about Ottawa. The line just fits so well, I think it will serve my purpose here ( Read more... )

I have borrowed a purple parasol from my roommate for the sake of keeping the falling sky out of my hair and off of my head. Everywhere I go now, I find myself regretting that I don't know more of the lines from I'm Singing in the Rain. I walked past a group of kids today; they were looking at me, and it took me a minute to realize it was because ( Read more... )

( Like the Total Perspective Vortex from Hitchhiker's Guide )

I found inspiration today in the oddest place: an essay from a female writer on the last page of a Time magazine.

( Integrity vs. Despair )

I feel like I'm making up for lost time. That is, this will be a novel of a post, if I can get the words out.

( Water water everywhere )