Yes, I Am Still Up
Apr. 5th, 2009 11:33 pmTaxes are complicated. TurboTax makes them more complicated, but it also found a deduction I missed, so there's a limit to my complaints.
National poetry month! It is very likely the words of Audre Lorde and Alfred Tennyson will make appearances in this journal before May. I'm predictable like that.
I'm feeling the need for a journal overhaul. Nothing drastic, just new icons, maybe tweak the format, and write a new bio. Or an irreverent rotating bio. The current "about" section -
- has been in place since college. So I think I need a few weeks of biography by koan. Maybe
or poetry quotes, or
Not that the last is a cheap shot at Anathem or anything. Okay, it totally is, because the hardcover won't fit in my purse.
Friday's minibio was: getting out of bed is never a mistake. Staying out of bed is the triumph of human will over insurmountable odds.
It got better, but it was a rough start. Fortunately, the weekend was awesome - used book sale, getting the zipcar and putting in some highway time, little things like that - and for the record, I am totally in love with automatic side mirrors.
National poetry month! It is very likely the words of Audre Lorde and Alfred Tennyson will make appearances in this journal before May. I'm predictable like that.
I'm feeling the need for a journal overhaul. Nothing drastic, just new icons, maybe tweak the format, and write a new bio. Or an irreverent rotating bio. The current "about" section -
"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."
-Charles Kingsley
Twenty-something with an unabashed love of biology and science fiction. When one shows up in the other, books often hit walls, with the despairing cry, "it's more complicated than that!"
- has been in place since college. So I think I need a few weeks of biography by koan. Maybe
I do not look like my userpic, nor do I pretend to on TV.
or poetry quotes, or
No matter how tempted I am by the prospect of unlimited suspension of disbelief, I will not read any novel larger than my head.
Not that the last is a cheap shot at Anathem or anything. Okay, it totally is, because the hardcover won't fit in my purse.
Friday's minibio was: getting out of bed is never a mistake. Staying out of bed is the triumph of human will over insurmountable odds.
It got better, but it was a rough start. Fortunately, the weekend was awesome - used book sale, getting the zipcar and putting in some highway time, little things like that - and for the record, I am totally in love with automatic side mirrors.