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Of Musical Chairs and Capitalism

I like teaching anthropology, I really do.  But after a while it starts to mess with your head.  Take yesterday for example.  I was sitting on the lawn in front of TWD’s house in the beach chair he got me for my birthday.  It wasn’t beach chair weather per se, but it was the closest…

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Sushi in a Box

One of the interesting things about teaching anthropology is that you end up wearing your anthropologist’s hat ALL of the time.  As such, as simple purchase for your boyfriend’s birthday becomes much more than a quick trip to the mall.  Much more… A while back, TWD mentioned that he would like a scarf. “Are you…

All the Single Ladies (and the science to back it up?)

So I’m on the phone with my new author friend, Tamara Duricka Johnson, (‘cause I’m cool like that) and she (being rather cool herself) asks, “Have you seen the November issue of The Atlantic?  I don’t usually read The Atlantic but I got a free trial subscription or something… anyway, there’s an essay I think…

Of Cheesecake, Waffles and Waffling

I really don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to professional organizations and their associated conferences.  Over the years, I’ve learned the basics (ie. you need to pace yourself during those hourly coffee breaks and you should never sleep in the nude if there’s even the slightest chance of a fire drill) but I’m…

The Exercise of Reason

It was bound to happen sooner or later—and this, my friends, is why I should probably stop embarking upon pseudo-scientific “experiments.”  Experiments, you see, require procedures, and hypotheses, and control groups and those nerdy little lab coats that no amount of accessorizing can render sexy. Above all, experiments are supposed to be conducted according to…

“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”

Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we?  As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with Date #7, partially because I know if I do I’ll end up with a terrible case of “analysis paralysis” but also because Date #7’s been known to stop by…

Romancing the West (Date #7, Part 2)

Seeing as the Philadelphia Museum of Art is my go-to date, I know exactly where a first kiss ought to take place.  There are several possibilities, actually: the second floor opposite the staircase where the windows overlook the Parkway, any one of the gazebos that flank the building, or even the staircase itself (and this,…