weekend getaway

I’m about to be off. Sort of. Out of Waco. To Dallas (Farmer’s Branch to be more precise) for the night, then a quick few-day jaunt to Providence. A bit of a Baptist Pilgrimage–Brown University, the first Baptist church in the country (before it was a country, natch)… see some good [...]

under it

Waco has a way of seducing you. Never thought I’d think this, let alone admit it. Something about summer in this town especially, brings you under its spell. Even though this one felt busier than I expected, I still caught myself in these suspended moments of What Summer Ought To Be. [...]

(not my) list

From McSweeney’s: check out the ‘Mundane Dreams List’ installment. And then click the “more lists” link at the bottom of page.
McSweeney’s Mundane Dreams

the summer list, part deux.

according to the registrar, summer is almost over (t-minus one week).  I’m celebrating by going home for a few days–wedding, friends, louisville food-slash-coffee, new hair.  While sitting here enjoying my latest kitchen creation (pineapple fried rice.  I believe the word you’re looking for is jealous.) I thought it was about time to add to the [...]

the skinny

Remember how it’s summer and life is supposed to be slower and I only work 21 hours a week (yes, 21; not 20; not 22.) and I’m supposed to be laying around reading, playing, etc.? Bah.
First of all, I’ve moved twice since summer “began”. Currently I can still see two big cardboard boxes [...]

summer list, part i.

I love lists. I hate outlines, but I love lists. They allow me to think the same way I live: my own personalized version of organized chaos. I’m not dirty; I’m messy. I’m not organized, but live by lists. In this spirit I proffer my first, and very rough, version [...]

is this thing on?

I’m back.  I’ve come to the conclusion that my voice is far too valuable to be kept silent from the mingling masses on this thing they call the Information Super-Highway.
The first post is the most awkward.  It’s the ultimate blind date.  Good Writing Teachers help students discern not only their own voice, but their audience.  [...]