Author Archives: fustianist

Sydney and I have spent the last two hours reading comics on http://www.phdcomics.com/comics.php Needless to say, Sydney and I are tired and very grateful for the amusement. Erin

I was able to ignore my strange dream the night before last, when my squeaky-clean friend was joined on a motorcycle by a huge, scruffy older man, and I suddenly realized a bunch of teens I saw in an SUV … Continue reading →

“Silent Light (also known as Stellet licht and Luz silenciosa) is a 2007 film written and directed by the Mexican filmmaker Carlos Reygadas. It is a Mexican, French and Dutch co-production. The original title (Stellet Licht) and the language of … Continue reading →

Today my friend Stephanie was over for a day of work, food, and conversation.  She brought a black bean stew, I made a southwestern pumpkin soup, Sydney made a sundried-tomato bread, and I made cornbread.  And, of course, there was … Continue reading →

Big, fat flakes of it.  Not much is sticking on the ground, but it’s really gorgeous on the trees.  It’s also particularly gorgeous as it falls in front of the large oak in our yard, brilliant orange and with all … Continue reading →

This past two weeks I’ve been planning my teaching for the rest of the semester and trying to get things ready for next semester, so that I don’t spend all my time working on teaching next semester–I’ll have an exam … Continue reading →

When I came home this morning, I found Sydney had made the most of my absence: he’d turned our apartment into a bachelor pad.  Or, more accurately, his old dorm room, with stereotypical professor’s study and bachelor pad styles cooperating … Continue reading →

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2alJObBYkdg After hearing about how Arwyn kept us from enjoying the Daylight-Savings-Time sleep-in, our housemate, Christi, sent us the link above. Sydney and I both laughed–hard–and the thought of it later in the day was enough to make it hard … Continue reading →

On Saturday Sydney had to help tear down the community garden plots while I went to choir practice.  Basically, a group of gardeners got together to tear down all the fences and haul off all the garbage that other irresponsible … Continue reading →

I walked through the bedroom and bathroom, into the livingroom/kitchen . . . and was face-to-face with the bowl of celery mashed potatoes we left out (intending to throw it out this morning–even Sydney’s stomach wasn’t going to be up … Continue reading →