Posted in books on December 30, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Coral is sick.
I guess I should have seen this coming. I’ve been crazy busy, and now that Christmas is finally over and I’ve relaxed for a couple of days I am now colossally sick. Yay.
So…what I’ve been reading recently.
A Version of the Truth, by Jennifer Kaufman and Karen Mack.
This one was okay. Nothing great, [...]
Posted in being grown up on December 19, 2007 | No Comments »
that’s not a song lyric in my title. it is simply what is missing from everyday life. when i was in college, i seem to recall folding my clean laundry….i don’t anymore. i use the same 3 shirts that i wore last week, just on different days so my co workers don’t catch on. i [...]
Posted in grad school on December 12, 2007 | 4 Comments »
In adulthood, momentous occasions are surprisingly anticlimactic.
College graduation is a pretty big hoopla. You rent or buy a cap and gown, you wear your best clothes, there’s a lot of to do. Everyone hears them call your name, everyone sees you shake the college president’s hand. You stand around in the lawn and take [...]
Posted in being grown up, family/relationships, grad school on December 5, 2007 | 1 Comment »
It has been brought to my attention, by my brain, that I am an adult. I know, I know…for those of you who read my blogging ramblings, I’m sure this is no surprise, since I appear to have this revelation approximately every six months. But see, I’m not an adult like that whole crowd of [...]
Posted in being grown up on December 1, 2007 | 5 Comments »
so perhaps this is conceit, (if it is, chalk it down to a feverish mind overtaxed by Greek and Latin*) but i am convinced that if i ever wrote a book, people would read it. not just my friends, who would probably read it out of curiousity and perhaps a little terror that they would [...]
Posted in Reading... on December 1, 2007 | 1 Comment »
where it’s so white as snow
it’s funny, i hate red hot chili peppers, but i love this song. i have since the first time i heard it. i really love the guitar in the beginning. really really love the guitar in the beginning. wow. i have no life.
so reading lately…
from doon with death, by ruth [...]
Nakiru is a Karamajong name meaning "rain." My real name was confusing, so to replace it, the old woman looked out from under the hut and observed the coming rain, and named me. "Nakiru." The irony was when they named my sister "Nakolong" - "sunshine."
