I nearly burst into tears when I saw a headline this morning about the recent Hindu/Muslim violence in India. Even now I can barely form any thought beyond "my people."
Zack and I hung out today. I had only been to Bacheeso's, a nice breakfast place at Dwight and San Pablo, once before, and I'd never visited Fourth Street (you think your downtown is gentrified?) …
On the other hand, yesterday I had a real and enjoyable conversation with Dan and found out some of what's going on in his life. I wonder whether he would have asked about me if …
My roommate's alarm clock has gone off and is playing Belle and Sebastian's fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant. Quite agreeable. Yesterday was a strange and uncomfortable day in some respects. In …
It's not often that I wonder, "How should I address this professor? Would he rather I use his title, his title and last name, or his first name?" and then read a book by him …
Even though Bad Subjects is usually full of grad-student wankery, I still read it. Case in point: it's fun to skim such a perfect embodiment of the genre, especially when it's queer theory being applied …
At the bus stop near my house, I've noticed some unusual litter in the gutter. Among the dust and cigarette butts lie about ten used teabags. My theory: it used to be, very recently, that …
Pre-Logic banter just gets wackier and wackier. To the tune of "The Farmer and the Cowman": Oh, the p and the not-p should be friends Oh, the p and the not-p should be friends One …
I did four loads of laundry last night and now virtually all of my clothes are clean for the first time since I moved. I don't have drawers anymore; all my clothing is viewable at …
