If somebody wants to buy me a belated Passover gift, I’ve come to require a copy of Nicola Conte’s (that’s a guy!) album Bossa Per Due. Check it out here and be sure to listen to track 12 (Jet Sounds) and just see if the image of an African American guy in his boxers dancing [...]
Mark your calendar–August 26th, Saturday at 11am. Deep Pit BBQ because someone I know (well) is turning 30. Cuz if you–yes, YOU–are reading this, you’re invited. More will follow in the future… Speaking of people I know well, if you’d like to see some neat-o drawings, tune in to http://paulywally.com for a fun time.
Forgotten Gratitude: It’s Hard to Remember to Say ‘Thanks’ When There’s a Paper Due Tomorrow By MRI In some ways, “Faculty Appreciation Day” may feel to the average student like a bit of an ironic observance. After all, I pay tuition and work hard in all my classes. Surely a ‘thank you’ for all this [...]
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting down to write a paper when an email soliciting submissions on faculty appreciation day to one of the school papers (this one used to be undergroundish, but has been lately legitimized)–a $40 prize was offered for the best article submitted. So I wrote the snarkiest, most sarcastic [...]
The following is a “Googlism.” A form of poetry (loosely speaking) in which one types one’s name into Google to see what results. I used my actual name by the way. Go ahead and try! Search using quotes, i.e. “Adam Smith is” or “Adam Smith had” and copy all the resulting sentences beginning with your [...]
I’ve found a couple t-shirt sites I like, the first of which has funnier shirts. Try www.randomshirts.com and www.bustedtees.com. Enjoy those links, cuz it took me three hours to figure out how to make them work. If there are boobies on either of these pages, I am sure someone will let me know.
First, two entries off my Mr. Rogers calendar: “If I’m sad about something and I dismiss my sadness by saying, “Oh well, it was for the best,” than I’m probably not willing or able to explore how I’m feeling…On the other hand, if we can allow ourselves to be gentle with ourselves no matter what [...]
I need some new exercising clothes, preferable a pink warm-up set. You know, cotton pants, a hooded zip-up. But no rhinestones or words across the gluteus, like “JUICY” or “HOOKER.” I’m not Paris Hilton…yet. So where do I get them? My last exercise pants from Target shrank terribly.