I'll be in LA March 1-11 and London March 12-16. Let's meet up.

Adrienne once posted about Up in Alaska. You should read Sunday's post. Or I should read it over again, a few times.

"It is the secret of others that the worker needs to define the meaning of his own life and struggle" (Rancière, The Nights of Labor, p. 20).

I went to the doctor at the beginning of the day for an insomnia check-up. She told me if I didn't start prioritizing an extreme life makeover and cut all unnecessary work from my schedule she was going to force me into sick leave. Yes, yes, I told her, but much of my work is at home so sick leave or not I will still be doing it ( Read more... )

I've spent five days out of town in four locations in the last week. My phone broke down last Thursday so I've had a loaner phone, no contact info and no mobile web access since. I've been working my butt off, with late nights of project and fire-extinguisher institutional work and early morning meetings and classes (especially bad because I can't ( Read more... )

You know you’ve been in Sweden too long when... long haired men are suddenly the.most.attractive.thing.ever.

I don’t want to lie awake at night anymore ( Read more... )

My mother’s mother will turn 96 in a couple of weeks. When she was my age, in the early 1940s, she wrote her dissertation in history at Lunds universitet. It delights her to this day that she finished and defended her thesis before her future husband. They both got their doctorates the same year, but she finished first by four months. When I was in ( Read more... )

Have you ever experienced a person who really commits to doing something they think will be life-changing…and then that person can’t stop talking about it and only it? I notice this often happens with diets and exercise plans, but I imagine it could happen with any big commitment. I bring it up because I’d like to apologize in advance should my ( Read more... )

Last night I went to bed* at 2am. I’d had a good day: put projects to bed, lugged heavy groceries, did laundry, was social. Despite feeling exhausted I got myself out and about when the sun was up and avoided caffeine after mid-afternoon. After work I did everything I could think of to do to tire myself out, close up shop for the day and relax ( Read more... )

Clearing out my great aunt's apartment upon her death this past Spring, I came across several old recipes and cookbooks which I ferreted into one of the Boxes of Stuff to be dropped off in my old bedroom for further sorting and perusing. One of those cookbooks was a wood-bound collection called The Southern Cookbook, Fine Old Dixie Recipes, from ( Read more... )