So far, so good

The first draft of the memoir is coming along swimmingly. Just crunched the numbers, and I’m averaging 858 words a day. Not too shabby. My goal starting out on this book was to write at least 500 words a day each and every day. I’ve missed a few days around the time of the wedding and a camping trip we took to Amish country for Skyspook’s birthday,  » Read more

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This Wasn’t In the Brochure

‘Help – My Cat Peed on my Corset’ was started in Domestic Servitude

When you sign on to be a pervert, they never tell you this is how your life will go, that you’ll be sitting there minding your own business, reading a play, watching old episodes of The Twilight Zone on Netflix,  » Read more

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Consensus as Illusory Evidence

Lately, I’ve been rolling around the concepts of dishonesty vs.  an incomplete (or even merely representational) model – or similarly, inaccuracy as distinguished from explicit deception.

These are the stones that my brain tumbles in a constant attempt to smooth them.

I addressed this earlier within the framework of the popular logical problem in my essay,  » Read more

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Wedding Day

Skyspook and I got married last weekend. Along with a lovely ceremony and the best guests I could have ever asked for, there were a monsoon and a widow maker.

I’ve spent the week catching up on school work and house work and recovering from the festivities, so though I have dozens of things I’d like to write about,  » Read more

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Appropriation

In times of personal crisis, I’ve often found myself at a loss. Sometimes, I’m faced with a dilemma, a choice between two equally bad things, or almost as bad, a choice between two equally good things. Other times, I’ve made one of those decisions and am full of guilt and doubt. Whatever the case, agony and stress pursue,  » Read more

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English Smenglish

Preparing to go back to school, I had nightmares about not being able to find my classes, the awkwardness of returning to a class that I hadn’t visited in several weeks, and even the classic bad dream described by Emily Toth in Ms. Mentor’s Impeccable Advice for Women in Academia, the Lost Class,  » Read more

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Being Taken Seriously

I had my final appointment with my counselor last week, subsequent to which she proudly announced, “You’ve graduated from therapy!” It was a great session. We talked about my plans for the future, getting a Ph.D. in psychology. She told me she could totally see me doing that and that I’d do great, advised me to consider teaching as at least part of my professional life,  » Read more

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Undergrad as Finishing School

I’ve just finished my second week back in college, and I feel like I’ve found my rhythm despite being rather stressed out the first two days from the adjustment. One aspect I’m having trouble adjusting to is the progressively lowered expectations that the professors demonstrate as opposed to what they initially set forth in the syllabus.  » Read more

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