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Oh Rosetta May 15, 2008

In 2001 I visited London and made a stop at the British Museum, only to discover after leaving that the Rosetta Stone is housed there. It was my one and only purpose during this trip to return to the British Museum and see the Rosetta Stone. After 20 minutes of walking around the Egyptian section, checking the name of all the stones on the walls (there are many), and asking a security guard where the freaking Rosetta Stone is, I found it- in a giant box, in the middle of the museum, with a hundred people around it. I’m a moron.

As well, as most of you know, my taste in novels tends to lean towards the more dark and disturbing variety. I have never met a book I’ve been offended by. Congratulations American Psycho, I’m officially offended.

(Cheryl- My hand is in a picture just for you).

Getting Sorted May 14, 2008

This morning I set out without a phone, access to the internet, an Underground pass, or a guide to London. Making my way aimlessly into the city I was able to sort all this out in no time. I ended up in Camden Town, where I disappointingly did not see Amy Winehouse wandering around just as aimlessly as me. I also heard a little kid say “Kentish Town” in a baby Londoner accent. It was wonderful.

Go Time! May 13, 2008

So I have landed in London to begin a summer full of libraries. Yipee!

Jonathan drove me up to Dallas, where we enjoyed dinner at Joe T. Garcias…

And, at the beginning of my adventures, I have the pleasure of introducing you to Peaches. Peaches will be posing for my pictures while I’m here in London because I’m all on my lonesome. Here’s Peaches waiting for the plane in Dallas…

And here’s Peaches enjoying some much needed sleep on the plane…

And Peaches enjoying the tiny Coke served to her while flying over the Atlantic Ocean…

After a brutal 9 hour flight, Peaches and I arrived at Heathrow airport. And all of my luggage was there too!

When I discovered the trains were not running into Heathrow today, we had to use Plan b and jump in a taxi.

But after all that, we arrived safely to our final destination. Highgate!

I’m So Freaking Fashionable April 10, 2008

A few weeks ago I went to a “I’m So Freaking Fashionable” party that a friend from college was hosting. Now, leggings and obscene sunglasses aside, the party was super fun. And there was a bouncy castle. Sitting next to the trampoline. I don’t know if you’ve participated in either of these things in awhile, but it’s not as easy as you remember. After about 30 minutes of jumping on both, I was wheezing and gasping for air like a big fatty. A fatty filled with joy, but a fatty nonetheless.

Cesar Chavez March 30, 2008

The relatively new Cesar Chavez statue on the the University of Texas campus is by far my favorite recent addition to the school. Responding to criticism that all of the statues on campus are ridiculous representations of old dead white men, with nary a minority or woman in sight, the statue was erected in the hopes of telling the truthful story behind the history of Texas. The Barbara Jordan statue will not be too far behind, and hopefully they’ll make her look as badass as Chavez. If you’re not inspired to lead a revolt looking at that thing, then check your pulse.

Deep in the Heart March 25, 2008

It was a gorgeous day in the heart of Texas, despite the gale-force winds. Every day I ride through the Capitol building grounds, and today it was looking particularly regal.

If only what was going on inside that building was as attractive as what was going on outside.

My pup March 24, 2008

As is evidenced by the gnarly looking ball in the above picture, Roary’s favorite game is chasing after things at Auditorium Shores. But only at Auditorium Shores. We tried the dog park, and the results included bloody paws and heartbreak.

Pelicans are Neat March 23, 2008

If there’s one thing I learned from my recent trip to Mexico, it’s that pelicans are just as fabulous as you think. And definitely not endangered. Those mo-fos are everywhere.

Bikes and Books March 21, 2008

I love my bike. I especially love my bike basket, for reasons that I’m sure you understand. I mean, it’s a wicker basket. And it’s on my bike.

But what I love most about my bike is that I can ride it to work. Not only do I get to go to a library almost every day, but I get to peddle there on my lemon-colored, basket-endowed dream machine. Life is good.