Nacho Typical Bedtime Story
As I drove back to school after Easter, I used the cartime to listen to J. M. Barrie's Peter and Wendy (1911). Somehow I never read this...


Coffee Coffee Coffee: Fuel of the Resistance!
I've been keeping my notes in a journal this past couple of weeks so it's time for me to start playing catch up. First, I need to refuel...


A Portrait of the Blogger as a Young Grad Student
I needed a break from the library. The fluorescent lights, the silence, the unending construction. When my friend asked to meet at a...
Get a Room: Out of the Kitchen
I have been eating non-stop for days. Cupcakes. Dip. Mac and cheese. Party leftovers are weighing me down and making me slow and lazy. I...


A Cookie the Size of Ireland
I'd like to give a cookie to past-me for writing down ideas about James Joyce and Dubliners (1914). I'm still interested in these ideas,...


Crackers Are Kind of Like the White Noise of Foods, Right?
Don DeLillo ends each of his chapters with a sentence that's heavy with self-importance. He's an amazing writer, obviously, and I love...


1984: Decaf and Dystopia
I can't drink decaf anymore because it makes me way too wired. I just yelled at Brandi, "HOW DOES EVERYONE NOT HAVE JOY WHEN THEY READ...


Heat of the Night
UGH SO I NEVER CLICKED PUBLISHED SO IGNORE THE DATE AND PRETEND IT IS STILL VALENTINE'S DAY, PLEASE. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. My...


Yellow Mellow
Okay, so this isn't the best picture of a dinner ever taken, but bear with me. I'm in a literature program, remember? Tonight's dinner...
Gender Trouble: Chapter Two
Round two. Here we go. Theorists to know Engels: attempts to locate the historical structures that originated gender-based oppression...