Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

So originally this was going to be a sweet little post about Jack’s birthday, and how the day was perfect, and both he and all who attended enjoyed it.  But then the Bad Astronomer, Phil Plait, posted a news story that I felt compelled to present.  Remember as you read that I am a granola…

I am sick.  My eyes water.  I am fevered.  I have to go to work anyway because, just because, but I shut my door and soldier on.  While I’m in there, a combo of being sicky and unmotivated leads me to google search things, like go fug yourself’s latest posts, or pictures of Barack O’Boyfriend, or cold…

Check out this fantastic interview.  No, seriously.  If you have three minutes, and would like to inject some Bai Ling wisdom into your day, do take the time.  A teaser . . .   What do you call your spirit?Eight Little Spirits in Miniskirts. You have eight separate spirits. And they’re all in miniskirts?Yes! They’re sitting on…

Driving in, dragging in, another morning in a long string of reluctant mornings.  The baby sleeps heavily, a catch in his throat.  It is springtime, and none of us are breathing freely. Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the streetAnd the shadow boys are breaking all the lawsAnd you’re east…

We are pondering a multitude (a preponderance, if you will) of Major Life Choices.  I’m swimming in a sea of Pros and Cons, and I’m feeling a little sick.   Follow your joy . . .   Immediate joy?  Long term joy?  What is my joy?   It is 70 degrees outside.  I’m waking my…