July 2007
17 posts
Oxford update
I have flatmates! And an address! How exciting! How terrifying!
The Case Against Soda →
A few worrying stats: “From the very first sip, experts say, cola starts to wreak havoc on the body. It corrodes the teeth, confuses the appetite-regulating hormones in the digestive tract, attacks the bones, and encourages the organ breakdown that leads to diabetes.” ”What people don’t realize is that these calories may be particularly effective at making people fat....
heel damage
I was lulled into a false sense of optimism about a pair of red ballet slippers that mysteriously stayed on my feet at Target yesterday, but which have been seeking their revenge today by simply shredding my heels. In other news, it is storming terrifically outside, and I am reading Speaking with the Angel (ed. Nick Hornsby) because there isn’t much for me today. Some of the stories are...
Oxford flooding →
“When Laurel was a child, in this room and in this bed where she lay now, she...”
– Eudora Welty, The Optimist’s Daughter, on a woman’s memories of her parents reading each other to sleep each night (lovely)
some stats on the GRE →
amazing and terrifying (magazine cover girls) →
I suppose I would be more displeased about this stomach bug, except it gives me an excellent excuse to stay home all weekend reading—I mean, healing. My copy is arriving on the Fiance Express around noon today, after said boy picks up it up and brings it to his appreciative slug-bride.
Graduate Study in English →
The Voice of Harry Potter Can Keep a Secret →
I love this guy, Jim Dale. Check him out for the HP audiobooks, or for his reading of A Christmas Carol.
Ahahahaha
“relentless innovation: THE NEXT GENERATION OF ONSITE WASTE WATER PRODUCTS” My job is really strange sometimes.
Conquest
In other news, John and I wore Thomas down into reading us Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince on the way back from Atlanta, when my voice began to give out. Six days!
So, the new Harry Potter: Pretty amazing.
“Their legs are so hard, as to encourage the idea that they must have devoted the...”
– Charles Dickens, Bleak House, on some really old chickens
