Saturday, May 30, 2009

The quiz said it, not me

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed.

Monday, May 25, 2009


I always feel a little guilty when I leave my blog un-updated for more than a week. Not much has happened, either inside or outside my head, so here's a photo:

This is my first yarn made on commission. Commissions are an exciting step for me, and hopefully will be followed by more such orders in the future.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

things I write while avoiding grading

computers are dangerous things to have to do work on

I have recently begun to allow people to call me Angie. It's the first time since I was six or seven, I think. I still would never introduce myself that way; I have a preference and if you ask I'll tell you what it is. But it seems to please people to use a nickname, and I find that I don't mind it all that much anymore. Funny that now I'm about to be officially Old I'm starting to acquire this childhood trait again.

Bruegger's Bagels: egg & bacon bagel and a large Brueggerccino simultaneously wrecking my diet and my budget. At least it's efficient.

It's a kind of miracle that I manage to get to class at 9:00 am over summer. It's a special kind of miracle when I forget to set the alarm and still make it there. I owe my subconscious a big fat favor for somehow waking me up 10 minutes before the bus came this morning.

Grades are now due in 2 1/2 hours. I think. The email said "due Tuesday," which could mean a variety of things, but I think it's safest to assume that's Tuesday at 5:00 CST.

I have ambitions of being a hard teacher, but I never succeed.

Friday, May 15, 2009


There's always the moment, in movies, and books, when someone is moving, and she looks at her things and says "what a life, that I can fit it all into this suitcase."

Sometimes it's a car instead.

Anyway, my life--all of it it seems--fits on flickr. It's all packed up, if not organized, right here.


There is a list that I keep, of the people and places that I've said I'll come back and visit, but never do. Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is add to the list. I never stay anywhere long enough for it to mean something; no matter how long I stay I always know that I'm leaving. Maybe now, maybe soon, but I'm always leaving.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Things I've Enjoyed Recently

the 1-2-3-4 song by Plain White Tees (so corny, so sweet)

Nathan Fillion

Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog (see above)

sushi (always on the list)

stealing a big pink paisley armchair*


expensive sunblock

sitting by the pond in my big pink paisley armchair in the sun, knitting

sleeping in

dying tencel (so easy, so shiny)

*the armchair may have actually been in a pile of things meant to be taken, or it may not have been