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1. Which hour was most daunting for you? To be perfectly honest, I got a night’s sleep in the middle of the ‘thon, so it…
Just crossed the halfway point, and going steady! Mid-Event Survey: 1. What are you reading right now? Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay. Gotta love…
It’s time for this year’s Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon, and I’m so excited to be here for its 10th anniversary! Le Opening Meme: 1) What…
My anxiety is an old suit of plate armor, one that has gone unused for years, standing in a dusty museum or a forgotten corner…
“Life truly begins after you have put your house in order.” After reading this opening sentence, a younger, punk-er me would’ve put Spark Joy by Marie…
During the very first week of my project aimed at no-pressure blogging, I spent a long time paralyzed by indecision on what I should blog…
I recently had a rare and precious chance to get a cross-section of public opinion on my act of civil dissent, while remaining largely anonymous (i.e. “that stupid cow in the red hat”). While I’m cultivating a habit to steer clear of internet comments, I waded through this particular minefield in the name of research. Said research was quite rewarding: I found that people’s criticisms usually fell into one of three categories: (1) why aren’t you at work? (2) what is this going to achieve?; and (3) why aren’t you protesting something closer to home?
It’s N3 that I want to talk about. Not the blindingly obvious reasons why I’m protesting against Trump while I’m in the UK. But the connection between protesting and home.
On January 22nd, I lay awake at 3 am. If you know my nightowl self at all, you’d sooner be surprised by the lying down…
I turned 31 last week. People are expected to have some large existential am-I-getting-old-am-I-a-real-adult-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life crisis when they hit the big three-oh. I didn’t, so I…