“Should’ve been a cheearleader…” “Should’ve studied abroad…” “Shouldn’t’ve ever worn the atomic bomb abomination that were Gap parachute pants…” Nostaligia and regret go hand in hand when I reflect on my childhood and teen years. And today, as I sweep through the interactive plate of social-net spaghetti with my brain fork, I’ve come across a few worthy meat balls to add to this remorse list regarding my formative years. I’m.. Read More
Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego… when you need her?
Jesus, my geography is awful. No, really. This isn’t a woe-is-me thing. Like, I seriously hated it in middle and high school (along with history) because my teachers taught both terribly- either reading from a book back into the book, at a projector screen in the dark facing away from the class, or from their notes with all the inflection and enthusiasm of Ben Stein on Qualudes. All were perfect.. Read More