I enjoy looking at the search terms people use on Google that lead them to my blog. It’s interesting, and it lets me know which tags are successful. My blog, however, is unusual. The most commonly searched (successful) term is “nalgene lifetime warranty,” which takes them to a blog about my quest to obtain a … Continue reading This is not a real post
It’s Friday, y’all! And it’s the Friday in which Brutus earned his way into the 9th level of Hell! Here is a testament to my week. It all went downhill on Wednesday, hence the delay in posting a blog. As usual, I wrote a blog draft on the morning of Weekly Writing Wednesday, but I … Continue reading Beware the Ides of March
“This show is my life” Every six months or so, I become obsessed with a new TV show. It started with Friends (and will, to some degree, always be Friends **head bowed, fist in the air**), then it moved to Sex in the City, Dexter, How I Met Your Mother, and now it is … Continue reading My Life in TV
A QUESTION OF LANGUAGE My college students read an essay by Gloria Naylor entitled, “A Question of Language,” and I have several things to comment about this experience. The first is that hooray for me, I actually got my college students reading! Last semester I could have dropped my class into a pot … Continue reading I am Tiger
THE PLAGUE OF PEANUT BUTTER I’ve been running experiments to see what causes my weird, fluctuating weight gain. Despite the obvious hypothesis of “Hello! How about that daily intake of ice cream?” I refuse to believe it –though I DID switch back and forth between no-sugar added and low-fat / no-fat ice cream, and … Continue reading Have a butcher’s, mate
It has been brought to my attention that there could be a fourth reason why men would not want to read a blog about relationship advice written by a woman (more specifically, by me), and that could be this: The advice is stupid. “Make it rain”? Really, Jenny—make it rain? Not “fix … Continue reading Men Vs. Women II
(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!
They Call Me Fushilou 