Happy Independence Day! Enjoy the fireworks! …and the watermelon seeds, and the crowds, and the hamburgers, and the ketchup on your favorite shirt, and everything else that makes the holiday special. Cheers!
As I have for the last month and a half, I went contra dancing yesterday. I was faced with a question that has puzzled my mind since the first time I went, back in December: Why are contra dancers so happy?I sat out one dance, and the girl sitting beside me started talking. She hadContinue reading “The mystery of contra dancers”
Try #2, after Blogger shut down without saving my draft. What with all the decisions about jobs, internships, and reapplying to grad schools, I have found myself thinking a lot about resumes. What would a resume look like if it was comprised solely of skills that correspond to my interests? Here’s what I think itContinue reading “A different kind of resume”
Did you ever have a doll or action figure that came with a hat or helmet? I’m not sure if it is a child’s propensity for destruction or the sense of mystery that pervades anything hidden. I do know that as a child, I was bound to remove all accessories from my toys. Unfortunately, whenContinue reading “In the middle of a lot of superglue”
It’s amazing how many different people want to ring in on the question of taking/not taking a gap year between undergraduate and graduate work. The range of advice I have heard is extensive. Sitting out a year is good It makes you appreciate school It gives your brain a rest It helps you sort outContinue reading “Good gap, bad gap”
Life is full of little lessons. I was driving down the interstate to a meeting with my boss earlier this week. An unlucky, large dragonfly chose that opportunity to fly toward me, and he ended up wedged in my windshield wiper. For the next 30 minutes, I was privileged to watch his slow and torturousContinue reading “Little life lessons”
Hello, and welcome to the first online NAA meeting – Nostalgia Addicts Anonymous. I, like many other college graduates, am experiencing the first pangs of that deadly disease, nostalgia, which transforms memories of moderate enjoyment into paeans of pure joy. Nostalgia is a little bit like quicksand – it sucks you in almost before youContinue reading “Welcome to NAA”