If I went to Hogwarts, I’d want to be Sorted into Slytherin. But not because I like power or ambition, because I see myself as cunning or ruthless, or even because I like the idea of being a “bad girl.”
(Yes, it’s Monday, I know. Sorry. Dissertation stuff not over yet! Allow me to appease you by offering: Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. Go read it.) Over the past year, I’ve found myself unintentionally becoming a YA novel hipster. As my friends and family get hooked on Suzanne Collins’s…
In over ten years’ worth of novels, I have written maybe three kissing scenes. (I’ve written more for plays, but that’s kinda cheating, because you just write, “They completely devour each other’s faces with tongue and everything for, like, ten minutes!” and then the actors have to do it. Ha…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iDcIY9c5WQ Me as Costello, Dave as Abbott, and Natalie as the awesome stage manager. Why? Because. (He’s centrefield.) P. S. No, this doesn’t count as the end of hiatus.
Well, Chris Carter? I’m still waiting. In the meantime, it’s that time of year again: time to go over everything I said I’d do this time last year but probably failed to accomplish by this time this year. Drum roll, please!
Hooray! You are lucky, because although I’m still sick, I started working on this year-evaluation a long time ago. So it may bear some semblance to being coherent. Also, to all you Christians and secular-celebraters out there: Merry Christmas! To all you Jews: Happy Hannukah! To everyone else: … ‘sup?…
I make no guarantees for these newfangled “thrillers” with all their twists and turns and serial killings. But should you ever find yourself in the small British town of Something-Or-Other-By-The-Sea or at an old country estate, and the squire collapses over his tea or the maid stumbles across a body…
A little while — well, over a year ago, I wrote a blog entry on why, despite considering myself to be an agnostic atheist and having political opinions divergent from many supported by the Torah or mainstream Judaism, I still consider myself to be a Jew. Every time I read…
The concept of PostSecret is simple: individuals from around the world write down their secrets on postcards and send them, anonymously, to Frank Warren, the artist who dreamed up the project. Some are visually arresting; some are just words scrawled on a card; and some are a mix of the…
(Hmmm… found this blog entry at the bottom of my drafts folder. Maybe I should finally post it…) I attended the first protest of my life when I was ten. You see, I’m from Ottawa, where every child’s education inevitably includes at least one field trip to the Visitors’ Gallery…