I am a bad daughter and remember to call home maybe once a month. I like to claim the price of calling as an excuse, though (calling the Philippines is expensive! Plus, when your parents suddenly move house and change numbers and don’t tell you until two months later it gets harder to contact them via phone, but that’s a story for another time). However, now that my mom has finally figured out how to use Skype, I have no more reasons not to call more often.

Plus, this way, I get to see Gucci (my sister named her, that should tell you a lot about her), the family shih-tzu, who I am convinced is made of magic. She has been lost/stolen twice and made her way back, she has been hospitalized several times for various reasons but has survived like a champ, and she is really really adorable. I am a cranky person, but within two seconds of seeing Gucci I melt into a pile of ‘Aww yess you are just the bestest doggie ever and I loooove you’

Spring break! My return to the Midwest continues next week, as I visit a friend of mine who has promised to spend every waking moment taking me to good places to eat in Chicago, which will make me fat, but happy. I haven’t been there since I worked in Evanston in summer 2007, and I can’t wait.

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The US yesterday passed a new law designed to boost dwindling numbers of foreign tourists – it will start charging them for the privilege of entering the country.

Woo-hoo! But I can’t go anyway. I wish I could attend both the ASCSA and the AAR summer sessions; however, I had to pick one, and I chose Rome. (I will probably go to Greece also anyway. Besides, I need to go to Gla.)

Then again, as my former advisor (who was also supposed to be my group leader in Greece) likes to say, ‘If you’re having a tough time choosing, that probably means there is no bad choice’, which doesn’t work for all situations, but it does here, so.

1. Chiddy Bang (21)
2. Flying Lotus (17)
3. Talking Heads (4)
4. Laura Shigihara (4)
5. The Knife (3)

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

This is me when I returned to Nashville. I can’t breathe or hear, and I’m currently confined to the sofa nursing my sorry self with soup and many cold medicines, which means I am in a drugged haze. Pink elephants!

Dammit Oberlin

I must be back in Oberlin