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I’m in N’Awlins! It is… an astonishing mix. Dignified antebellum grande dames draped with Mardi Gras beads on their wrought-iron upper balconies sit cheek-by-jowl with sleek concrete modern banks adorned with cocky neon signs. An ornate “classical” style court building gleams internally from multiple glittering chandeliers I see winking from a side window. Looking up…
IT’S PUBLISHED!!
Woohooo! It’s up! It’s accessible! It’s here! My dissertation, as finally published by ProQuest! “Everyone Gets Lifted Up”: How Matrifocal Families Can Enhance People’s Lives and Reduce Systemic Patriarchal Oppressions If you want to read it, please enjoy — and (since I know it’s rather long, and heavy going!) if you get through it, please…
The curious persistence of memory (2 of 2)
Having a unique name, such as mine is, has inadvertently led to a big personal surprise: people from my past are actually contacting me and asking to “friend” me on Facebook! I’m touched and pleased to do so, especially since my memories of high school (as a single example) were of me being an extremely…
Why do women say “let’s just be friends”? (II of VI)
So what does it really mean when someone says, “let’s just be friends”? I can’t speak for all women, but I can speculate based on discussions I’ve had, and on my thoughts in similar situations: To politely create or keep distance To defuse situations where the person feels pressured or scared Because that’s what they’ve…
It. Is. DONNNNE!!
WOOHOOOOO! Dissertation is COMPLETELY written, yeah! :-D I’m going to take a couple of days to just relax, run around like a mad thing, play with Goldie, and do the laundry… and then I’ll settle down and start working on the NEXT batch of things which need doing! Stuff like, ohhh… Get the last two…
Cave of Forgotten Dreams, pt. 8
Alas, it gets worse. The narrator rambles on in the same demagogic vein about the “mutant albino” crocodiles, ending with a close-up shot of one of the small white reptiles staring bemusedly back at us from where it floats in the water, behind glass. Herzog continues with his inflammatory nonsense, wondering aloud: “When” the albinos…