I really should be grading. I have dozens of papers to get through, numbers to enter and calculate, and exams to write for Monday.
But what am I doing (other than blogging?): cooking. I’ve already tidied the apartment and done most of the dishes and taken out the recycling and browsed the...
A french kiss, in more ways than one. Via philippe leroyer @ Flickr.
I was not the type of little girl who dreamed about my wedding day, or spent a lot of time writing “Dorklet Jones,” “Dorklet Smith,” “Dorklet Pierce,” or whatever combination of my first name and...
Not again! Via Alzwww @ Flickr.I’m in a public place. There are lots of people around. And I am topless. I go about my business but at the same time I am trying to find a way out. I NEED TO PUT A SHIRT ON! Has anyone noticed that I’m not wearing a top? Oh my god this is humiliating.
It...
Wish I was there! via lachlansear @ flickr
The dog days of summer are in full swing, and my mind is drifting to thoughts of vacationing. I’m a homebody, almost to a fault, which is why I’m still a bit surprised that I’m going to take two trips in the next four weeks — one with...
Via Giant Ginkgo @ Flickr.
We’ve already had at least one post on the ins and out of naming here at Harpyness, but here’s another. Names have always been weirdly important to me, perhaps because names are meant to give us some individual mark, and my birth name might as well be...
Purty. Via srsalme @ Flickr.
What, that doesn’t sound fun?
The last time I got my hair cut, I realized that, at 34, I have my first grey hair. Hairs, rather. Two of them. Right on my hairline, just about an inch to the left of my widow’s peak. And they’re not actually grey,...
Exile in Girlville. via hector torres @ flickr
In the spirit (hopefully!) of PhDork’s earlier Friday fun thread, I thought I’d open up the comment boxes for our dear readers to share their picks for those women singers/songwriters/musicians who always seem to strike the right chord when you...