I would like to do something meaningful, like “My Top Twelve Moments of 2012,” but that would get too gushy, or “Twelve Lessons I Learned in 2012,” but I’d quickly become embittered, so I will stick with: My Top Twelve Food Items of 2012. 12. Extra’s Strawberry Shortcake gum Two years ago I wrote a … Continue reading Top Twelve of 2012
I have no blog because the only thing I’ve done since school ended last Tuesday is eat holiday fudge and write poems worthy of AA. Nothing says Merry Christmas like a poem about denial! So I’ll spare you my list of bah-humbugs because most of them are dumb, and some of them are just embarrassing, like … Continue reading Christmas: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Do you know what it feels like to wake up and think, “Wow, I have wasted hours of my life and have nothing to show for it”? Perhaps anyone who has frequent access to the internet or manages a facebook account (or is reading this blog) can attest to watching the hands of a clock … Continue reading The Seinfeld of Blogs
(Please, just call me Ma’am) I’m officially a Captain now: Captain Currier. It sounds like a cross between a Star Trek character and a brand of cereal, and I prefer my students to call me Ma’am. Teaching is fun, in that crazy, I-haven’t-slept-in-four-days-and-where-did-my-red-pen-go? kind of way. Teaching at a military school definitely has its perks, … Continue reading Oh Captain, My Captain!
I ought to write about my visit with Ketut Liyer. I went to Bali before I came back to America, and I admit, a large part of my decision stemmed from Liz Gilbert’s (surprise, surprise, Ms. I entitle my blog “Read, Play, Write” as a play on “Eat, Pray, Love”) story about the future-predicting Ketut … Continue reading Palm Reading and Hocus Pocus
I admit I did it. I fell prey to the craze and wandered into the bookstore to pick up a copy of 50 Shades of Grey. I waited as long as I could before making the purchase because I did not want to financially support the enterprise, but alas, I was in need of an … Continue reading 50 Shades of Grey: the literary libido killer.
My blogging silence must end for three very important reasons: The bane of my existence (i.e. my thesis) is completed, submitted, and approved, and I have been ceremoniously acknowledged as a graduating Master of Dartmouth College! Cheers, mutha f[edited]s! I need to do something more productive than watch marathons of How I Met Your Mother, … Continue reading Gone Commando
One month ago today I hiked the Tongariro Crossing, said to be the best day hike in New Zealand, and today I hiked again for the first time since leaving New Zealand. As if I weren’t already feeling nostalgic, I met a hiker on my trek who told me he was planning a trip to … Continue reading Hello, Minibar
I’m currently rocking on the interisland ferry between the south and north island of New Zealand. An older woman carrying a vomit bag was just escorted by four gentleman toward what I’m guessing is the bathroom, or perhaps the backdoor. Meanwhile, Motion Sickness Jenny (i.e. me) is popping gummy worms like Valium in an … Continue reading Casino carpeting is just as nauseating as a rocking boat
TWENTY NINE DAYS OF FEBRUARY! Today on Skype, my mother informed me that on Leap Year, the tradition is for a woman to ask a man to marry her. Despite my entire extended family’s fear that I will never wed, I didn’t get the sense she was hinting at anything, which was nice considering my … Continue reading Hitchhiker’s Guide to NZ
They Call Me Fushilou 