inconsistencies

Gee golly, has this month been an odd one. February is usually a hump month in my mind, and perhaps that's mostly attributed to being submersed in an educational calendar. I even forgot about President's Day. In school we did not have the pleasure of the 3-day weekends associated with Monday holidays. No Columbus Day, no MLK, no blowing out the candles for Washington--all forgotten in the world of private academia. Alas. Oh and happy [belated] valentine's day all you lovers, and singles, and hallmark representatives.

Just 3 days ago it was gorgeous out. On Valentine's Day I scampered down the streets of the Italian Market in a dress. A DRESS. IN FEBRUARY. And then...it snowed.

But all of that is nothing compaired to the happenings in the rest of the world. President Mubarak and Egypt have dominated most of the news, and I wish I could say that I have been following the events in the land of the Nile and Sphinx closely, but I have only heard bits and pieces. I did have the chance to hear a graduate student at UPenn speak about his time in Egypt. He was writing his dissertation of Mubarak's reign and happened to be living in the country when the protesting picked up speed. He was living with a young Egyptian lawyer who had begun to recieve text messages, e-mail and instant messages regarding locations and time of demonstrations. This new era of technological communication has created infinite pathways for organization, and, as Egypt has shown us, technology allows for those with no political inclinations to be drawn in with the click of a mouse or *boop* of an iphone. Who knows just what this will mean for the future.




And now, my contribution to the world involves sipping Sleepytime tea (it's so magical) and hoping to get sleepy soon because I won the work lottery and was assigned a nine-hour shift starting at 6am. What am I, an adult?

My beau and roommate, aka the boys, are watching a movie. And not just any movie, oh no, it's like six movies in one and they are all bad. It is called....Hancock. Seems like a handful of incomplete broken superhero movies were somehow glommed onto one another to create a terrible monstrosity of special effects and sappy tunage In do like Jason Bateman, though.