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Thanks to my friend over at a2v for this cool little time-consumer!

I basically pasted a bunch of my old blog posts into it, and out came this very cool little word cloud…  Click on the picture to see the big version, and maybe make one of your own!


The view from Inspiration PointBut even then, it is my compulsion as a writer to use too many.  Here is the Bryce Canyon entry I mentioned a few weeks ago…


When I opened the car door at Fairview Point, I could hear the wind—a constant rushing through the trees—and it sounded more like the Pacific Ocean during winter swells.  The map had confused us, and we’d been planning for Inspiration Point.  In the truck parked next to us was a wiry and weathered park ranger, but when I looked closely, I saw she was quite beautiful.  We handed her the map and shared our confusion.  We’d overshot by eight miles, she said, and we were in awe.  It hadn’t seemed like we’d gone eight miles since we entered the park, let alone eight more miles than we should have.  But since we were there, we figured we’d take a look.  “It’s the windiest overlook in the park” she said.  “If you can survive this one, you’ll survive them all.”  We stood at the wooden railing and looked into the abyss.  Words seemed cheap, but we uttered all the standard phrases about the beauty of nature and feeling small.  I admired the way the white snow contrasted with the red rock, and took pictures that, even as I snapped them, I knew they would never come close to expressing the beauty I was seeing.


We hopped back into the car and coasted down the canyon until we reached the turnoff for Inspiration Point, and it was no wonder we’d missed it.  The signage was impossibly small.  Again we parked and stepped out of the car into strong winds, but this time there was a small hike up to the observation point.  If I’d thought the first overlook was spectacular, I’d been wrong.  This one lived up to its name.  The hoodoos—the rock formations that are the signature of Bryce Canyon—stood like army men waiting for their orders.  We walked along a trail that had no railings—just a few hundred yards or so—to view the natural amphitheater from another direction.  The wind whipped around me and I nervously stepped closer to the edge so that I could look over.  I laughed that we’d passed signs noting the “dangerous cliffs” and yet a bench was provided so that you could sit on the edge of it.  The ground seemed mushy and crumbly beneath my feet, and I thought of the unstable cliffs in Southern California.


I also thought of the conversation we’d had at dinner the night before.  We’d had a philosopher present, and had talked of disaster after disaster.  Fire, flood, earthquake, tornado, rare Central American snakes, swimming with alligators, being attacked by a baby shark, and Stephen Colbert’s personal nightmare—BEARS!  At one point, the conversation had turned to hiking in the canyons and the fear of falling from a great height.  Then the philosopher shared with us the thought of some old, dead, great one:  It is not the fear of falling, but the fear that you will not be able to prevent yourself from throwing your whole being into the abyss.  Around the warmly lit dinner table, it had seemed an interesting point, but a bit ridiculous.  Standing there, on the rim of Bryce Amphitheater, I understood it perfectly.  I edged closer to the chasm below, the wind rushing around me, and I felt deep down that maybe I could fly.  I’ve never wanted to fly so badly in my entire life.  To swoop like a hawk or even a flying squirrel, just a little closer to the hoodoos, I would have given anything. 

People love the 80s.  I’ll admit it, I like them quite a bit.  But sometimes I forget why.  I mean, the clothes were terrible, the hair was horrible, and technology was a joke.  And then I see this.

Go ahead, click it.  It’s the video for Cyndi Lauper’s “Goonies ‘R Good Enough” video–that’s right, the theme for one of my all-time favorite movies, “The Goonies.”  I discovered this incredible gem while watching the DVD tonight. 

I mean, they just don’t make stuff like this anymore.  I know that I can’t catalogue all of the amazing things about the video, but I have to try…  Maybe I’ll do a Top 10 list…

The Top Ten Most Awesome Things about the “Goonies ‘R Good Enough” Video

10.  The terribly spliced clips from the movie that are apparently supposed to look like part of the “action” in the video–even though they’re in two different formats and the colors are completely different.

9.  The fact that Cyndi and her family just happen to be in the same situation as the kids in the movie–they’re being foreclosed on by developers.  Huh, weird how that happens.

8.  Cyndi’s hair, which is almost as amazing as her acting skills!

7.  Cyndi’s outfit, which consists of a checkered shirt, plaid capris, and possibly men’s garters.  (She moves so fast, it’s hard to tell.

6.  Cameos by, like, every single important WWF wrestler of the day.  Including my favorite, Rowdy Roddy Piper!  (Come on, the dude wore a kilt, you know that’s awesome.)

5.  That there’s a hibachi grill in the caves.

4.  That the video was originally a two-parter, with a cliffhanger!

3.  Steven Spielberg’s cameo, where he appears to be dressed as one of the government agents from ET.

2.  The sign at Cyndi’s family’s gas station, that says, “You haven’t had GAS until you’ve had Mom and Pop’s.”  Classy.

And finally, the #1 most awesome thing about the “Goonies ‘R Good Enough” video is…

Andre the Giant (aka Fezzik) saves the day and everyone lives happily ever after!

Oh jeez…  So I see that it’s been nearly two months since I last posted.  I can’t believe it’s been that long.  I could make a lot of excuses about why, but I think the thing that best illustrates how busy I’ve been is that I moved into my new apartment a few days before that last post, and I still haven’t finished unpacking!  Yikes!

So, here are some other things I’ve been up to…

1.  I am so amused by this.  It totally reminds me of my old job, and the kids I worked with there.

2.  I’ve been to Colorado, Nevada, and Utah (twice).  I’ve taken lots of pictures; I just need to unpack the CD of drivers for my camera so I can upload them!

3.  I survived total craziness.  Seriously, that thing went right past my apartment!  Some of the worst damage is just 3 or so blocks from my house.  Here’s a map of the path.  See that “10” in a white circle–the one under where it says “Highland Ave NE”?  Yeah, that’s exactly where my apartment is.

4.  I updated my 101 in 1001 list, just a little.  The only thing I’ve really accomplished is that I bought a DVD player.  I decided that I wanted to watch all of Sex and the City on DVD prior to the movie coming out in May.  I’m about halfway done!

5.  I just went to Bryce Canyon, which inspired me to write again, so I have a post waiting the wings, but I think it needs photos!  I also won $100 at the casinos in Vegas on the same trip…  It was awesome.

Ok, I’ll post more soon…  But first I have to do my taxes!

Every time I move, or am spending several nights in a new place, I dream more (or, at the very least, I tend to remember my dreams more).  Saturday night, during my move to Atlanta, I had the craziest dream! 
So, here’s the story…  One of my former RAs (we’ll call him WackyMac) was apparently a volunteer for the Bonaroo concert festival, and as a part of his volunteer duties, he was assigned to assist and escort Bruce Springsteen.  This, somehow, involved WackyMac driving Bruce around in his own personal car.  And for some reason, WackyMac had me and 3 other people in the car, too.  So, WackyMac was driving, I was in the middle, and Bruce was in the front passenger seat.  Then, there were 3 other people (I don’t remember who, but they were friends of ours, possibly one of them was another former RA, the Geologist) in the back seat.  We were driving on a really bumpy dirt or gravel road, and at the same time, WackyMac and I bust out singing, “oh oh oh oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road, oh Thunder Road” and then start laughing hysterically.  Bruce laughed, too, and apparently thought it was awesome that we started singing his song, because then he started trying to hold my hand and hit on me in a Joey-from-Friends, how-you-doin’ kind of way.  I was like “Heck yes, Bruce Springsteen!” because, come on, it was BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, but the 3 people in the back seat were making snide comments the whole time.
Then we dropped Bruce off, said we would see him when the concert started, and then we went back to WackyMac’s house to get ready for the concert.  Then some girl–I knew her, I think, and it’s possible she was an RA from another building the same year WackyMac was an RA in my building–came over and for some reason she wasn’t allowed to know where we were going so I had to try to block her from seeing the concert tickets so she wouldn’t try to come hang out with us and Bruce Springsteen later…  And then I woke up. 
So weird, right?

So, I’m not sure if I mentioned this in my last post about my new job, but I got it really quickly and had to move to Atlanta very quickly.  Which is awesome, but also stressful.  Luckily, I have a very wonderful and kind friend who already lives near Atlanta (we’ll call her La Professor) and is letting me stay with her.  This story is about her townhome, and the adventure we had after work one day…

So, I pulled up in the driveway and saw La Professor wandering around in the yard talking on her cell phone.  That was pretty strange, but I thought maybe she’d just gotten home a few minutes before me and hadn’t made it inside yet.  I got out and found out that there was a potential gas leak in LP’s house.  Here’s what transpired before I arrived: La Professor arrived home and caught a whiff of gas in her house.  She went next door and knocked on her neighbor’s door to ask him to come next door and see if he could smell gas as well, but there was no need because in his apartment, the gas scent was so strong it would knock you down.  So they called the gas company and stood outside in the chilly twilight until he arrived to check it out.

So by the time I got there, Fernando the Gas Man was walking around the townhouses with his little gas detecting machine, trying to find the source of the leak, and also finding dangerous/not up to code conditions in both houses.  When he came back outside and saw us standing in the yard, he said, “What are you doing?  Do not be afraid of the gas!”  La Professor told him that when she called the emergency line for the gas company, they told her to stay outside the house.  He thought that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard!  “Do not be afraid of the gas!” he kept saying, with his Spanish accent.  “Power is far more deadly!”

Fernando then proceded to show La Professor how to light her pilot light and how to light her gas stove when the lights were off.  He was the nicest and most helpful utility person I’ve ever seen.  But when we went in the kitchen, Fernando got very interested in the bread* that was rising in the oven, almost ready to bake.  “How long does this take?” he asked, pointing at the pale loaves.  “Only about 35 minutes,” La Professor replied.  “Well…  What else can I do that takes 35 minutes?” Fernando asked, and winked.  LP told him he was welcome to stay and she would happily give him a loaf, or that he could go somewhere else and come back when it was ready.  He laughed and said no, no, he was just kidding.  Then he went off to help the neighbor with his not-up-to-code issues. 

Twenty minutes or so later, there was loud banging at the patio door.  “Has it been 35 minutes yet?”  Fernando yelled through the window.  Sadly, he had to leave before the bread was done, because we gladly would have sent him off with a loaf or two.

Oh, and it turns out that the third townhome over from LP’s was the source of the leak.  It is unoccupied, up for sale, and no one could contact the owner, but Fernando turned off the gas to make sure that we would all be safe!


*It must be said that La Professor (and her mom, from whom she gets the recipe and approximately 30-year-old bread starter) makes the BEST sourdough bread EVER.  Seriously.

Last updated 6/18/08. 

So, here it is… The LIST!

in progress
not started

1. Lower cholesterol to a normal level.
2. Go on Weight Watchers and stick with it for at least 12 weeks.
3. Get an eye exam.
4. Go to the dentist.
5. Go to the dermatologist.
6. Go one month without eating fast food.
7. Go to a sportsmed doc and figure out whether I can run again.
8. Run a 5k if possible; if not, walk it.
9. [Join a gym.]  I have a good workout room at my apartment complex, so this would be a waste of money.  Instead, I’ll take dance lessons.  I’ll go at least 1x per week for 6 weeks.

10. Finish the first draft of my first novel.
11. Finish artwork for behind sofa.
12. [Shoot 1 roll of black and white film per quarter.]  I haven’t been able to find reasonable, rentable blackroom space, so this is kind of pointless.  Instead, I will write every day, for 30 minutes a day, for 30 days in a row.
13. [Hand develop and print several shots from each above roll.]  Because I’m not doing #12, I can’t do this one.  Instead, I will create a fun collage for each member of my work team.
14. Participate in Project 365+1 on Flickr.
15. Take a self-portrait of myself every day in 2009.
16. Submit a postcard to
17. Submit a short story to a competition at least 5 times.
18. Organize all of my clipped recipes into a cookbook/journal with a cool cover.
19. Create a cool cover for my “Dream Home” journal.
20. Take a graphic design-related course.
21. Try knitting one more time.
22. Make my first ATC.
23. Participate in at least one ATC swap.
24. Set up an etsy store and begin selling art/craft work.
25. Go on a writing retreat (either self- or officially-organized).
26. Participate in a Crafty Daisies tutorial in real time and submit photos of my work.
27. Complete the Artist’s Way.

28. Get a Kitchen Aid Mixer.
29. Make at least 30 different recipes from the Martha Stewart Baking Handbook, at least 2 of which are yeast-based.
30. Develop a fabulously organized craft room/area.
31. Host a dinner party.
32. Buy myself fresh flowers at least 5 times.
33. Buy one piece of original artwork that I absolutely love.
34. Get a new DVD player.
35. [Get a new laptop.]  Since I get a laptop for work, this makes no sense right now.  Instead, I will establish a fund to be able to buy a new laptop as soon as I leave my current job.
36. Sell old TV.
37. Sell big stereo.
38. Complete a 1000+ piece jigsaw puzzle, then save and frame it.
39. Complete FlyLady’s Baby Steps.

40. Join a civic organization.
41. Take on a regular volunteer position.
42. Donate at least 101 items to charity (not including $$).
43. Become a better ally to the GLBT community in my city.
44. Become a diversity trainer/speaker outside my first job.

45. Pay off all credit card debt.
46. Buy a new car.
47. Develop a budget.
48. Find a financial organizing/tracking software and use it.
49. Save at least $1000 dollars.
50. Find a second job that works well with my first one!
51. Get a new first job.
52. Investigate and begin an investing program other than my work-sponsored 401k.

53. Read all of Shakespeare’s plays by the end of 2008.
54. Read Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human by Harold Bloom in conjunction with Shakespeare’s plays.
55. Watch all the movies I haven’t yet seen from AFI’s 100 Greatest Movies of all time (10th Anniversary Edition).
56. [Track and review all books read on Library Thing.]  I’m not enjoying using this site.  Instead, I’ll get a library card for the Atlanta Public Library system.
57. Figure out whether/for what I want to return to graduate school, and begin application process if necessary.

58. Get shower time under 5 minutes.
59. Use reusable sacks for grocery shopping.
60. Get laser hair removal (to save water/shorten showers).

61. No more sugar sodas at home.
62. Take a daily multivitamin.
63. Blog 3x a week.
64. At work, make a to-do list at the end of each day.

65. Travel outside the US.
66. Climb a mountain.
67. Send a personal, hand-written note to a friend or family member each month (not including thank you notes).
68. Believe in luck–play the lottery at least once a month.
69. Go one place I’ve never been before each month.

70. Make a new friend.
71. Take a golf lesson.
72. Buy a pair of expensive jeans.
73. Write DM and MH at least 1 time during each of their deployments to the Middle East.
74. Visit the Clinton Library again.
75. Visit a psychic, palm, or tarot reader.
76. Visit DS’s grave.
77. Do something that terrifies me.
78. Keep up with the Cubs for a whole season–not just after the All-Star break.
79. Go 24 hours without even touching a computer (or using internet on my phone).
80. Think up an awesome Halloween costume and actually wear it.
81. Jump on a hotel bed and send a photo to

RESERVED FOR LATER (to be added by…)
80. April 15, 2008:  Visit the Carter Center.
81. April 15, 2008:  Take a walk in Oakland Cemetery and leave a message on a golf ball for Bobby Jones.
82. April 15, 2008:  Visit the new World of Coke and especially the tasting room!
83. September 1, 2008
84. September 1, 2008
85. September 1, 2008
86. January 1, 2009
87. January 1, 2009
88. January 1, 2009
89. April 15, 2009
90. April 15, 2009
91. April 15, 2009
92. September 1, 2009
93. September 1, 2009
94. September 1, 2009
95. January 1, 2010
96. January 1, 2010
97. January 1, 2010
98. April 15, 2010
99. April 15, 2010

100. Post an update about this list at least every other week.
101. Give $2 to charity for each item uncompleted.

So, after my strong(ish) performance in NaBloPoMo, I’ve been MIA for a bit… But here we are, at the new year, and I hope to be around these parts a bit more regularly…

I went on my big road trip, which was awesome–stories and pics to come. Had a great holiday with the fam, got a lot of work done, and am getting ready to do more. YAY!

Reflecting on last year’s resolutions, I didn’t do so well. I didn’t make 50 books, though I’ll finish the book journals for all the books I’ve finished in 2007 and count them up soon and report. I did ok–but not 50. I got a library card, and other than that, not so much. Sigh.

But I won’t let that get me down. I won’t give up on the endless cycle of self-improvement. In that spirit, I’m embarking on the 101 in 1001 project. I will accomplish 101 things in 1001 days, between January 1, 2008 (today) and September 28, 2010. The website for the general 101 in 1001 project is here, and there’s also an LJ community devoted to those starting today.

So, why do I think I can do this? Well, first, there’s a support group. Then, there’s a longer time period. And I’ve been very careful to do things that are only within my control. (ie, no “get a boyfriend” items on my list.) Plus, I’ve got my never-ending belief that good things happen, that the good guys win the game, that the life I imagine is always possible.

In addition, I realized that a lot of times, I make resolutions that require discipline, a removal of things I like or that make me happy. It’s time to reframe that. Kristy, one of my favorite bloggers, talked about No Joy 07 last year… And that’s the way I often thought of resolutions. So, I’m changing it to ALL JOY 08. Some of the end results are the same, but I had to think about, ultimately, what would make me happy. These 101 things will, at least momentarily.

Ok, friends, that’s it… I’ll upload the big list in a few more minutes!

Where have the past 2 weeks gone? Last thing I remember, it was Thanksgiving. I haven’t been able to post to my blog or read any of my fabulous new internet friends’ blogs. I don’t even remember the last time I saw my flesh-and-blood friends in person. Well, from close enough to actually talk to them. I saw one of them across the basketball court tonight, while I watched the Duke women upset Rutgers, which was both nerve-wracking and fantastic.

I’m really exhausted, and I can’t talk much about what’s going on in my personal life, and at work, I’ve been buried under two massive projects. Well, today I pushed one of them off my desk completely, and got the other to a point where it isn’t monopolizing me for 8 straight hours at a time. (Or actually, 9 straight hours because I haven’t been able to take a lunch most days either.)

I don’t want this to turn into a piss-and-moan blog, so when I don’t have anything nice to say, I just don’t say it at all. But now I’m back, hopefully. Well, at least until it’s time to go on the big road trip! 🙂

So, tonight I was sitting in the drive-thru at Arby’s, because after the basketball game I was really craving curly fries. Right next to Arby’s is this Christmas tree lot that is run by recovering substance abusers. They have these cords with lights running from the edges of the lot and then up to a central point, and it kind of looks like the underside of a circus big top. And suddenly, I was remembering my years in Austin, and the lights at Zilker Park.

For those of you not acquainted with what is probably the coolest city in America, Austin has these HUGE lighted towers scattered about the city and they’re called Moon Towers. (The light is so big, bright, and high up, it’s easily mistaken for the moon. They were featured prominently in Dazed and Confused as well.) There’s one in Zilker Park, and every year about this time, it is decorated with strands of lights that span from the top to the ground, turning it into a big tree made only of lights. There are lots of other cool displays throughout the park, but the big tree is my favorite. The last time I went, there were these little girls, who put their arms out and spun in circles, staring up at the lights.* I wanted so badly to do it, too, but for once I was worried about how that would look. (That’s WAY rare for me.)

Another one of my favorite parts about the Zilker Park lights is that the first people who get to see the lights are the runners participating in the 5k that goes through them. I did that my second year in Austin, and it was incredibly fun. I also still wear my t-shirt from that race–it’s still one of my favorite race shirts.


*This also reminds me of when I was a little kid. We lived in a house that had been added onto multiple times, and the carport had been closed in to make a really big room–which became my parents’ bedroom. It had lots of floor space, so I would go in there with my boom box, put on the “Who’s That Girl” soundtrack featuring Madonna, and spin and spin and spin. I could do that for hours. Now it seems totally crazy, and I wonder why my parents let me do it. I mean, I seriously did this for hours a day every day. Bizarre.

So, have y’all heard about this game, Boomshine? I’m telling you, DO NOT play it. No seriously. Don’t click on that link. If you do, you’ll be sorry! If you’re not already completely addicted, you should run screaming. SAVE YOURSELVES!!

You clicked the link, didn’t you? Don’t say I didn’t warn you… So anyway, the thing about Boomshine is that as I play it (for hours on end), I find myself focusing on the tiny dots and trying to guide them toward the bigger dots with my mind. And I genuinely believe that this makes a difference. It’s like wearing the same outfit every time I go to a basketball game. In my mind, I know that my outfit has absolutely NO bearing on the outcome of the game. But I just can’t stop myself from believing it has some kind of magical power.

The funny thing about Boomshine is that it reminds me of sophomore year in college, which I spent working in a parapsychology lab. You know in Ghostbusters, where Venkman (played by Bill Murray) is testing the people for psychic abilities with cards that have weird symbols on them? Those were developed by Dr. Rhine, founder of the Rhine Research Center for Parapsychology. The Rhine Center used to be a part of the Duke University Psychology Department, until they got too embarrassed and kicked them off campus, where they sat, just across the street from East Campus for many years. They’ve since moved on, but while I was a student, it was a 5 minute walk, and they paid pretty well, so I did my work-study job with them.

Now, actually, I need to back up for a minute, and tell you all about how I found the Rhine Center. Freshman year, I took a research methods course in psychology, because I was convinced that I wanted to be a research psychologist (Calculus would later derail those plans). My incredibly smug professor thought it would be hilarious if our entire class participated in a study put on by the Rhine Center, and then compare (or really, contrast) it to a Duke study. So, our whole class signed up to participate in the research. We had to go in pairs, and since I was the only freshman in the class, no one wanted to be my partner, so I got stuck with the incredibly geeky loser junior boy with no friends. (That sounds really mean. And if he had been sweet but geeky, I would never have called him that. He was more smug than the professor and acted as if he was so much better than me, even though he was the most painfully socially awkward person I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a LOT of painfully socially awkward people.)

GB (Geek Boy) and I went over and did our duty, and here’s how the experiment worked. I was the “receiver” and he was the “sender”. For his part, GB had to sit in a room on the other side of the building and stare at a picture on a TV screen. He had to “send” this image to me in another room. He got the easy job. I had to go into another room and sit in a reclined position in what looked an awful lot like an old dentist’s chair. The research assistant came in and fitted me with a microphone and headphones. Then, they put ping-pong balls which had been cut in half over my eyes (to keep me from being able to look at other things in the room), then used lab goggles to hold the half-ping-pong balls in place. Next, they turned on a red light, because apparently pink light is soothing and is a conducive environment for receiving psychic messages. Next, I had to listen to a relaxation tape to cleanse my mind. After that was over, I was to concentrate on receiving my partner’s vibes from across the building. I was also supposed to talk about the images I saw, but I was silent for so long after the relaxation tape ended that the research assistant thought I fell asleep. Really, I wasn’t talking because I didn’t see anything—just white, blank space. As time went on (I was given nearly an hour to do this), I saw other things, like houses on a lake. Near the end of the time period, I had a quick flash of a very wrinkly brown face. I was convinced this was the image I was being sent. At the end of the time period, I was shown 4 pictures on my own TV screen (after I removed the ping-pong balls and goggles, of course), and asked to choose which picture I thought was transmitted to me. I only remember two of the pictures. One was a National Geographic photo of an African tribeswoman, with a bunch of metal rings around her neck. Though she was young and not wrinkly, this was the closest thing to the flash of the wrinkly brown face. I chose that picture, which was the wrong one. I remember the other picture because it was the right one. It was called “Snowy White Egret” and the title bird was standing in a lake, with little houses far in the background. See, I thought psychic visions came to you as a well-edited blockbuster movie, not like some crazy experimental student film. (If only Allison DuBois of Medium fame had been around then to teach me in the ways of psychicness.)

Now, in the words of the legendary Ron White (“You caught me! You caught the Tater!”), I told you that story to tell you this… When I worked for the Rhine Center, I was charged with transcribing the tapes of the receivers babbling, so that researchers could analyze them to see if others had experiences similar to mine. I sat in a tiny room with two computers. I wore headphones and typed what I heard on one of them. Occasionally, a “test subject” would come in and sit at the other computer. He or she was supposed to watch a tiny pixel-dot move across the screen and use their parapsychological powers to make the dot move upwards. The pixel-dot was programmed to move randomly up or down, and the concept of the study was that, probability-wise, you should get a fairly straight line. If the line went WAY up, or WAY down, then the test subject was able to control the pixel-dot with his or her mind, obvs.

Well, after a few months of this, the researchers noticed that the line was (supposedly) a lot more likely to go up if I was in the room than at other times, and that possibly I was the one making the line go up. (My smug professor was right, and their research methods were total crap.) So first, they moved me to a different room. Then, they started harassing me about being a test subject myself. This intensified when they realized that I had participated in the pink ping pong balls test, as well. That happened in the late spring, so I resisted until summer came, then I got a new work-study job for the next year. (Incidentally, that new work-study job was in the office where I now work!)

I’m really not sure how I feel about the existence of parapsychological powers. I think that our brains can do amazing things, and that it’s entirely possible that there are things we don’t yet (and maybe never will) understand. I also think that most of the people who claim to be psychic are fakes. What I do know for sure is that, if parapsychology researchers keep using crappy research methods, they won’t be able to get anyone to buy into their findings.