Who you callin’ a princess?
The night before we left Connecticut, we didn’t get to sleep until late. I made sure to pack everything in the Gamecube box; Colleen told me to pack it into the suitcase, but I thought I should leave it out, just in case. “Just in case” turned out to be “just in case I want […]
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Big Willy
You know, now that I’m looking at a picture of it, I’m even starting to get kind of fond of Sir Wilhelm. My aging digital camera, on the other hand, is a whole different story; I’m beginning to think about dubbing it Steve, and letting it find a nice dark corner to die. Is that […]
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More holiday miracles: the little Christmas tree that almost wasn’t
This year Colleen and I truly had a Chanukah Christmas miracle in finding our tree.
Here’s the story. When I was growing up, our tree was the kind of thing that could make you cry just looking at it, the kind of tree that you’d imagine the Grinch using just to spite Christmas, the kind […]
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Questionable content
I’ve been reading (perhaps) excessive amounts of Questionable Content recently, wondering which (if any) coffee haunt Coffee of Doom imitates and hoping for a new strip that mentions Smif. I’d like to say I’m just attracted to the sexyhot-ness of the comic - because it is a gorgeous comic - but I’m pretty sure I’m […]
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Bun in the oven
Last night we stayed up late baking bread and worrying over whether it had risen enough. This year, the loaves will be a little denser than last year’s, but we made them on our own and that makes them taste even better.
I’m thankful for my partner, my friends, feminism, and learning how to look […]
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Sheepish Wednesday
After spending the morning grading extra credit responses, I rewarded myself by an hour or so of mindless surfing and livejournalling. The hot new thing - at least for my friends - seems to be Twitter. I’m still not sure I’m entirely clear on the purpose, other than that, used in conjunction with Google Talk, […]
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Feminist Anatomy Lessons
Tonight in my women’s studies class, one of the discussion facilitators asked us to draw (to scale) portraits of our clitorises (clitorii?). In light of a bizarrely unsettling class, I don’t have much interesting to say, except that I’m looking forward to the upcoming Thanksgiving dinner with all the gusto of someone who has been […]
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The Academic as a child
Academic for lack of a better identifying term. Perhaps I should use pseudo-academic, or pseudo-bookstore employee. The Beer Aficionado? Bah!
Journals have had this crazy place in my life lately, whether it’s my reappearance here blogging, or with the fat diaries, or with my participation in 1000 journals popping back up. I emailed the last person […]
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The criticisms of my students would serve as a good warning to visitors of Seeworthy: she talks too fast, she's too hard on us, she assigns too much work, and you have to be a dyke to get a good grade.
In other words, I'm a big, fat, queer, feminist meanie, and I am totally out to get you. Graaagh!
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