Not dead, just writing. Hence, the blog is less travelled. I can barely make sentences that don't obey academic syntax.
In light of Miriam's decision to finish her degree in time for spring graduation, and thus avoid paying another semester's tuition, and in support of the view that her life at this point has been reduced to wearing a pair of pyjamas five days in a row, while carrying large piles of 8 X 11 paper and rainbow coloured file cards from room to room in her increasingly messy apartment. Given these "paradoxical" circumstances, it can be inferred that by all measures, Miriam is thinking herself to be mentally unstable, that is in colloquial terms; "fucked in the head" if she for a moment believes she is actually going to get it all done in time.
Anyways, speaking of fucked in the head, over the past two weeks I have:
- poured ginger-ale into a pot reserved for noodles
- milk into the base of an espresso maker
- jumped onto a moving treadmill
Otherwise behaved like a muddle-headed academic type who's got wool in her ears.
In other news, tonight while cooking noodles sans ginger-ale emergency, I was listening to the cbc and they were doing a piece on this lady:
Project leader with a focus on youth and technology. Excellence in creative direction, content production, client service, and collaboration. Background in web development and interactive media.
mir (@) mirverburg.net
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