A Little Bit of Biography Because The Sound of My Voice is Often Piercing and Perhaps You're Wondering How I Am But Don't Actually Want to Speak to Me

Greetings, loyal readers of my blog (Vanessa Jean, this means you--or maybe--Vanessa Jean's mom?). I thought I might post something, and I'm taking a little break from my new "poems," so I guess I'll just ramble...

New semester. Trying to get into a routine. Writing a fair amount, attempting to read, "teaching" lots of students, having loads of weird dreams. There-- that covers all things academic.

E's been here for a little over a month and we've not killed each other. We've even endured a visit from Mr.-don't-make-me-too-comfortable-or-else-I'll-move-in Brendan Callahan (who, despite his name and reputation, was quite lovely to have around--briefly). We recapped many a Wooster story (ah college, who doesn't love tomfoolery?).

Not much else is new, really. I've had a strange desire to hear the song "Wish List" recently, and although E contributed quite a bit of Pearl Jam to the collection, we do not have this song. Sigh. Such is life, I suppose.