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Psychic or self-fulfilling prophesy?

In the next few weeks I will be attending my 10 year college reunion. Coincidentally, I was recently going through some old files and found something I had to write for my Senior Honors Seminar way back in '98. If I remember correctly, the assignment was to write a parting message about what you expected you'd be doing in the future or what you saw as the future of your chosen profession, possibly to be read by your future self. As my future self, I read it and thought, "Holy crow! If I had really listened to what I was writing then, I might have gotten to this point sooner." If you've known me for a long time, or been reading this here blog, what do you think about my powers to predict the future? I think it's freaking eerie how well I already knew myself at 21. Hello? Quitting my PhD and getting divorced. Yeah, I already knew it was going to happen, just not consciously. Note: Everyone else wrote boring essays on the future of their field, like teaching or a

Joining in the collective surprise...

...I feel I must comment on McCain's choice of running mate . Wow. Didn't see that coming. (Not that I was really paying attention to that side too much.) It's nice that the McCain camp can't really say anything about Obama not being experienced now. I like that she's a woman with a fascinating life but the fact that she is "a strong defender of traditional family values, with an unquestioned commitment to protect life." negates any possibility that I'd switch my vote to Republican. If it does anything, McCain's selection of Governor Palin makes me stop and think for a second. Not question my vote for Obama, but think and ponder politics. If he'd picked another middle aged white guy I wouldn't have even batted an eyelash. Now, no matter what, this election is an historic one. I'm glad I get to participate. Side note: I see Tina Fey doing a lot of impersonations from now until the election.

How to fall in love in 12 Steps

I spent some time last week in my archives looking for good posts re: bad dates for Hypatia's blog. What I discovered there was that I'm glad I didn't listen to myself about my first impressions of Friendster Guy, the man I now love and live with. Apparently, I was playing a modified game of "He loves me, he loves me not" called "I like him, I like him not." I love that I have this chronicle of our beginnings 3 years ago because I can see how very lucky/smart I was to keep trying to connect with him. And he with me. Go us! If you care, here are my thoughts on our relationship from it's inception to solidification or monogamization or whatever. (I've excerpted from longer posts linked to in the titles.) Reading it all the way through made me a little weepy actually. First Impression : "I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath to hear about my first two dates!!! The first was with Friendster Guy for lunch. He’s even cuter in person than

Stalkers beware

If you've ever received a creepy email or phone message from a potential date, this is hilarious. Make sue to watch the second video - Nothing like getting lemons and making lemonade.

Touch me baby!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I've been MIA for a couple weeks here. You can blame Friendster Guy. He bought me an iTouch for my birthday (awesome!!!) but because of it I can check my email anywhere and no longer find myself sitting at a computer terminal. I tried to blog from my iTouch this morning but I can't figure out how to type in Blogger. I'll have to start emailing myself the text and then downloading it some other time. However, it's kind of tough to type long statements with the tips of your fingers. It's great for quick emails but not paragraphs of bloggy information. Except for keeping me away from blogging, the iTouch is wicked awesome (please note: I am originally from Massachusetts and am therefore allowed to use the word "wicked" with impunity.) I only asked for an MP3 player and I got the whole internet. I did have to explain to FG that giving a girl a small box and saying "This comes with a question" is not the right wa

The gift of literal and psychic space

Tomorrow is my birthday. As it is my birthday I must comply with my birthday tradition of purging the same number of things as my new age, i.e. since I will be 32 in a few short hours I need to donate, toss or otherwise give away 32 things. I started the project this morning with trepidation. Trepidation because I have been in a constant state of purging for awhile now and wasn't sure I'd even have 32 things to purge, at least not without some psychological pep talking. But I persisted. I started after my shower by tossing an old bottle of sunless tanner that I never used, the conditioner that came with my hair dye, a sample container of mouse whose nozzle didn't work, and several other things from the drawers in my bathroom. Next, while I was fixing breakfast I tossed a few things from the fridge. I don't know if those really count since they had to be tossed anyway but at least it kept me in purge mode. Nothing else in the kitchen jumped out and said "toss me&quo