I am pleased to announce that we at The Pursuit of Harpyness are honored to entertain, during the month of August, no less than three talented bloggers who have graciously agreed to share their musings with us. I hope you all enjoy their wit and wisdom as much as I do.
JediCrow (aka my fabulous partner Hanna), can usually be found over at …fly over me, evil angel… and evil angel . A confirmed Anglophile with a scholarly background in modern Irish history, she keeps us up to date on all things Whovian, British historical, and literary and cinematical (her special subject being genre fiction and film). When she isn’t blogging, JediCrow is busy in her daytime disguise as web mistress and general gofer of the Medical Heritage Library (from an office she sometimes shares with Freud’s palate); or can be found freeing our cat Geraldine of excessive fluff, practicing mindfulness meditation and vinyasa yoga in our living room, and if we’re really lucky baking some of the most scrumptious bread the world has ever seen.
Lola, of Oh My Sainted Aunt!, describes herself thus: “By day, a museum archivist and all-around hold-shit-together-person Washington, DC. By night, a fan of long conversations, Turkish food, and dirty martinis. In life, she loves causing a ruckus, talking about the complexities of class in America, reducing the bullshit factor, reveling in sarcasm, obsessively screening phone calls, participating in inappropriate innuendo, reading anything and everything, mourning the end of the X-Files, and being loyal seven sister.”
And finally Minerva, of Hypomnemata and Fragmentary Logos, offers the following sentences: “By day, a geneticist. By night, a public health graduate student. By nature, an aromantic asexual. By choice, a sex-positive, feminist, socialist, freelance theist. For fun, a reader of science fiction; writer of poetry; and lover of music, comparative religion, Star Trek, Sherlock Holmes, cosmology, graphic expressions of futility, long conversations with friends, sarcasm, and hilarity.”
And with that I’ll get out of the way and let them speak (or rather, write) for themselves.