I'm still home alone, getting updates from D about Acoma Pueblo and Albuquerque, which she seems to love. I feel weird when she says something like "I could really see us living here" and I respond "But two million people in a desert seems like a really bad idea." I need to remember to keep my little eco-head in check when listening to people's enthusiasms. She did add that the food is great, that even the "mild" there is hotter than the "wild" here in Lincoln, and the margaritas are tart and powerful. As they should be. Come over some time and I'll make you one.
I tend, as most animals do, to develop patterns of behavior. I've driven some deep ruts into my cyberspace wanderings, for example, so it's nice to revist neglected bookmarks folders from time to time (I keep running across articles on how to improve you internet experience that have "use folders for your bookmarks to keep them organized." I wonder who these people might be who need this advice, but then I remind myself that grad school tends to create a kind of organization around it.) If you haven't dropped by Gristmill, please do. Always interesting. You can read about Seattle and Liz Hurley on the same screen (guess which one gets criticized from flying wedding guests to Mumbai?). Also, an old love, Brainethics. Ever since (finally) finishing the Neuropsychology of Art, I've been grooving on neuroscience. It is, as you well know, all in your head.
If it's your spring break, as it is here, please enjoy your head on my behalf. I'll be going to work every day, though I hope to take my break the last week of April, first of May. We'll see.
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