You know, we can have more than one hero at a time.

You haven’t experienced bus travel until you’ve done it Peruvian style. I had been in Peru for about 4 months at this point, working, and had done quite a bit of travelling around during my free time so I’d worked out that the best time to travel was overnight because I could just curl up and sleep - free days to…

Grinning and conspiratorial, all kinetic limbs and generous laughter,

OF COURSE he was taken alive. Guy guns down 9 people in a church, but he is white so he isn't too dangerous to take alive.

I read this band name as “forking and country”

I am still scarred by the mental image of my mom grabbing my shoulders and yanking them back so that I “stand up straight.” My chest is significantly larger than my mom and older sister, as is my ass. I feel like both jut out “cartoonishly” when I stand up straight.

When I was a teenager, I thought for sure that at some point I would just get old enough that something in my head would click, and all of a sudden I would understand and subscribe to the rationale underlying the completely bullshit dresscodes imposed upon young women in school.

The standing up straight thing is very real. My boobs are huge, and if I stand up straight, it looks like I’m thrusting them out. After being accused of showing off one too many times, it’s easier to slouch.

Even as a grown ass adult woman I still measure all of my dresses and skirts to make sure they’re longer then my longest finger when my arms are down at my side.

Also appropriate for shorts:

I used to do that back when all my resources were on paper. That isn’t an option now because I don’t have a working printer. I would if I could, as I know all about how discriminative stimuli affect your behavior, as I was a behavioral science major!

So every time Jez posts a science article, they get someone asking them to hire a science writer, and I get someone asking me to apply to be that science writer. I intended to write two samples this weekend.

So it’s about a group of college honors freshman, in a fictional country, that have to take a bullshit “Intro to University” class together. They live in the same building with each other, and have to face various issues pertaining to race, politics, sexuality, and chaos, as their country suffers growing pains.

Hi all! This has been an insane week, capping off an insane few months, blending in with this last utterly mind-boggling academic year. I am tired. So tired, in fact, that I feel like I’ve been hit by a train now that I finally can relax. Like my body is finally allowing me to feel how beat up I’ve let it become.

Everyone who has given me encouragement and moral support over this crazy journey of just picking up and completely uprooting my life at age 38: THANK YOU! I think it has all finally come together!

guys, I wrote last week about how I quit my job and now it’s been almost two weeks since then and I’m still ok and not living in a dumpster and/or depressed! Yay! I am currently visiting my parents in NH and today was just a gorgeous, gorgeous day. here are some photos from today because I am happy to be in 85 degree,…

Went to Gettysburg when I was a kid with my mother, my brother, and my grandmother. My grandmother, who can’t drive for shit, drove the whole way and refused to let my mother take the wheel. So we were treated to her constantly stopping on the goddamn interstate to check and see if she had missed her exit, while cars…

ooh! Ooh! My mom’s family is from S. Florida, so “family vacation” always meant “visit Gramma and Grampa in Ft. Lauderdale. Cool. It has a beach! My grandparents live like, on the damn beach so my brother and I would jump out of the car, throw on a swim suit and run head long into the water on a semi public-ish beach…

I’m not sure how much of an outright disaster this is, but it was pretty funny, so I figured I’d share.

“You should see my Xbox setup: surround sound, 102 inch HD projection, theater seating with cup holders, a popcorn machine, and a kegerator. I can lift my own body weight over my head. Oh, and I can unlock my apartment door from my BMW.”