It was freezing that day, but I don't remember being cold. The florist was apparently super late with all the flowers, but I didn't notice until someone mentioned it to me. I hadn't slept in weeks, I was so jazzed. Driving to the venue, I was chatting up my friend so excitedly, I easily became distracted, lost, and inevitably super ...more»
What does it all mean, my closet-no-more-though-perpetually-shameful obsession with reality television? How did this all happen? Is it possible to blame my former roommates Nat and Cyndi for making me watch that first season of Survivor ("Richard, you're a sssnake.")? Does having a graduate degree exempt me from the self-imposed judgment that causes me shame? Why do I watch these ...more»
This past Sunday I got churched. In the process of said churching (not so sure "church" exists as a verb outside the dialect of "Master of What"/my loonie mind), the idea of "monuments" or markers of important occasions was discussed.
Noah Webster, the man who felt inferior to some red coats and their language so he started American English (that's why ...more»