Gotta go grey for a little while...back soon enough though. In the meantime I'm easy enough to reach should anyone be so inclined.
Time to let Dar Williams speak for me.
Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his song hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile,"
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it try that youre a wtich?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "Its true, your cousins not a Christian,"
"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere,"
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magics in the learning,
Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.
When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, dont bother."
Ambers uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadnt spoken in a year,
He thought hed call him up and say, "Its Christmas and your daughters here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, so his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "Well discuss it when they leave."
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.
Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his song hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, "Its Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile,"
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.
The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it try that youre a wtich?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "Its true, your cousins not a Christian,"
"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere,"
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magics in the learning,
Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.
When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, dont bother."
Ambers uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadnt spoken in a year,
He thought hed call him up and say, "Its Christmas and your daughters here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, so his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "Well discuss it when they leave."
So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.
No more classes until January! 
There was an article in the DTH today about Seasonal Affective Disorder, which is apparently a type of depression brought on by the winter that involves the desire to sleep more, cravings for sugar, and the inclination to stay inside. Is it just me or is that a PERFECTLY NORMAL state of being in the winter? I mean, are we not un-depressed until we all cavort about at 5 a.m. running marathons and munching on celery? Jeez. Just the thought makes me want to eat pound cake and take a nap.
Those of you in the Triangle area who are fond of various critters and/or want to up your seasonal karma should come by the Animall on Saturday, where I will be "volunteering," i.e. hanging out with really chubby guinea pigs, pissed-off bunnies and awesome dudes with ginormous beards. If you ask really nicely and perhaps buy me lunch I'll show you how to clean a pig's perineal sac!
There was an article in the DTH today about Seasonal Affective Disorder, which is apparently a type of depression brought on by the winter that involves the desire to sleep more, cravings for sugar, and the inclination to stay inside. Is it just me or is that a PERFECTLY NORMAL state of being in the winter? I mean, are we not un-depressed until we all cavort about at 5 a.m. running marathons and munching on celery? Jeez. Just the thought makes me want to eat pound cake and take a nap.
Those of you in the Triangle area who are fond of various critters and/or want to up your seasonal karma should come by the Animall on Saturday, where I will be "volunteering," i.e. hanging out with really chubby guinea pigs, pissed-off bunnies and awesome dudes with ginormous beards. If you ask really nicely and perhaps buy me lunch I'll show you how to clean a pig's perineal sac!
Hey, read this. It's gotten me two marraige proposals so far.. I'm holding out for ice sculptures.
You know what will be interesting? Fitting three weeks' worth of luggage, a dog, two guinea pigs and a 5-square-foot cage into my pathetic little Ford Focus for a three-hour drive. No place like home for the holidays
You know what will be interesting? Fitting three weeks' worth of luggage, a dog, two guinea pigs and a 5-square-foot cage into my pathetic little Ford Focus for a three-hour drive. No place like home for the holidays
It was an interesting night of failed attempts to look and act like grownups.
This was my friend's 21st birthday party, and instead of doing the typical bring-your-own-shotglass cheap tequila throwdown, she decided to have a wine and fondue cocktail. Simple enough. Except then as the night progressed, everyone remembered that they were in fact college kids. And then came the infamous fondue stand.
You know, we probably could have all saved a lot of money if we'd just cut to the chase from the beginning.
This was my friend's 21st birthday party, and instead of doing the typical bring-your-own-shotglass cheap tequila throwdown, she decided to have a wine and fondue cocktail. Simple enough. Except then as the night progressed, everyone remembered that they were in fact college kids. And then came the infamous fondue stand.
You know, we probably could have all saved a lot of money if we'd just cut to the chase from the beginning.
Guess what I did this week? Noooooothing. I think I have junioritis. And now tonight I must go mingle with my recently-converted friend's sorostitute buddies for her 21st birthday. AND I'm the DD, which means nothing to numb the excruciating annoyance of a room full of party dresses bought with daddy's credit card.
I have 2 foster pigs coming after Christmas and nowhere to put them, which means half the stuff on my Christmas list is along the lines of hutch, hay rack, water bottles, etc. The good news is that I just miraculously found permanent homes for a bonded trio of elderly unspayed female rabbits. Ah, the joys of small animal rescue.
And now I will leave you with the reason men are afraid to come near me--because I often leave them in this state:
I have 2 foster pigs coming after Christmas and nowhere to put them, which means half the stuff on my Christmas list is along the lines of hutch, hay rack, water bottles, etc. The good news is that I just miraculously found permanent homes for a bonded trio of elderly unspayed female rabbits. Ah, the joys of small animal rescue.
And now I will leave you with the reason men are afraid to come near me--because I often leave them in this state:
Ahem.
Could the douche behind this stalkeriffic nugget of internet literature please step forward? I knoooow you've been watching me, Greg. And I need to personally thank you for calling me a militant feminist--saves me the effort of making all those iron-on t-shirts.
Here's to being in the blogosphere.
Could the douche behind this stalkeriffic nugget of internet literature please step forward? I knoooow you've been watching me, Greg. And I need to personally thank you for calling me a militant feminist--saves me the effort of making all those iron-on t-shirts.
Here's to being in the blogosphere.
If there is anything more joyful than the uninhibited rhetorical ball-busting of cocky conservative douchebags, I have not yet discovered it.
See Example A.
Oh, how I love Tuesdays. Also I'm applying for a writing position with The Siren, the new women's issues newsletter on campus, so with any luck the verbose militant feminism can continue. I started out attempting to be diplomatic, buy if the big black combat boot fits, wear it.
It is finally finally raining in Chapel Hill. Or at least it did in earnest for about 15 minutes. This means an end in sight to the drought and a fabulous excuse for a nap.
See Example A.
Oh, how I love Tuesdays. Also I'm applying for a writing position with The Siren, the new women's issues newsletter on campus, so with any luck the verbose militant feminism can continue. I started out attempting to be diplomatic, buy if the big black combat boot fits, wear it.
It is finally finally raining in Chapel Hill. Or at least it did in earnest for about 15 minutes. This means an end in sight to the drought and a fabulous excuse for a nap.
Today I got a guinea pig.
He is the sole successor to my childhood guinea pig, who died due to complications of not being taken care of by my mother while I was at camp
Anyway, his name is Fendi and he pretty much just chuckles and eats and sleeps but that is ok. Some of the best days are spent just chuckling and eating and sleeping.
Maybe guinea pigs are on to something.
He is the sole successor to my childhood guinea pig, who died due to complications of not being taken care of by my mother while I was at camp
Anyway, his name is Fendi and he pretty much just chuckles and eats and sleeps but that is ok. Some of the best days are spent just chuckling and eating and sleeping.
Maybe guinea pigs are on to something.
