So, suddenly I have a lot to say, pursuant to seeing Beowulf last night with Z at MIT, and to the musings in the blogosphere of a_d_medievalist and others this morning on the topic of clothing, gender, and power in contemporary academia. At the top of the list, though, must be food. Even as we speak, I'm enjoying my first of what promises to be many bowls of ( Read more... )

Mmm. I can has ( peasant rye bread )

Duuuuude. I've just drowned all the emo and bread-cravings of the last couple of days in the transcendent bosom of a batch of ( Maple Walnut Scones... )

So, before I reimmerse myself in the gripping world of Colonial Ireland through the medium of "Identity Formation in Ireland" in Colonial Identity in the Atlantic World, 1500-1800 (of which I've now read 171/278 pages), I have parked myself on my bed to update. Better yet, I have parked Hughie ON the bed and have installed myself cross-legged in ( Read more... )

Well, still no curling, and now I am waiting, anxiously waiting, to hear the results of the Juvenile Zone playdowns. Maybe I'll phone home in a bit and wish my mom a happy birthday (hi Ma!) and find out ( Read more... )