Zit Happens

All of the momentous occasions in my life seem to be marked by at least one large zit on my face. Is it possible that in thinking about the zit and waiting for it to go away I am less stressed about the pending event that has caused the zit in the first place? Maybe.

I leave for Nashville tomorrow to present at my first research conference. And my left cheek is carrying extra baggage for the flight.

1984

Maybe I'm a little slow on the uptake here, but I just realized that whenever I receive a message from someone on my Gmail account, the ads on the side of the message correspond with the content of the message. We're being watched and it's eerie. If the program thinks a message might be spam, it'll even offer links to Spam recipes on the side.

So.

We're being watched by idiots, but it's still a little disturbing.

Slogging Along

I realize that this has been one sad blog lately, but here's the thing: I can't get myself to do anything. I have books to read, papers to write, talks to prepare, lessons to evaluate, research to conduct, and hats to knit, but as the to-do list gets longer and longer, I get lazier and lazier. Although there are aspects of this that don't suprise me at all, there's also some other element that's really not like me. I'm hoping it's just a phase.