Chaocosm, n. A place of ordered randomness, or organized disarray. chaocosmic, adj.

Sagittarian author Derrick Jensen wrote the book A Language Older Than Words. He weaves together the tale of his abusive childhood with an angry analysis of the damage human beings have done to the earth and each other. It's a wrenching text, but in the end it offers redemption. A review by Publisher's Weekly says that "Jensen's book accomplishes the rare feat of both breaking and mending the reader's heart." I invite you to pursue a similar possibility, Sagittarius. Summon the courage to allow your heart to be broken by a blessed catharsis that will ultimately heal your heart so it's even stronger and smarter than it was before the breaking.

I don't think it was just Starbucks....I think it's food service in general.

In two generations, we have lost our compassion.

"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
"No, I give it up," Alice said. "What's the answer?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter.
"Nor I," said the March Hare."
Alice sighed wearily.
"I think you might do something better with the time," she said, "than wasting it in asking riddles that have no answers."
"But that's life," proclaimed the Hatter.

 I can not justify using my blow dryer in this heat. Specially when I step out of the house and my scalp immediately starts to sweat, and therefore my hair becomes a frizz fest. 

My 3rd favorite thing about Arizona- Wednesday night classes at U of P during the summer. Why? Because I love how ten sweaty people will try to cram in one elevator. Smells delicious.

“I want to wash your hair with a shampoo that smells like fruit - mango, or strawberries. I want to walk on a beach with you, dragging a big stick behind us, making a message in the sand that we try to believe an airplane will really see. I want to kiss saltwater from your lips. I want us to listen to music with our eyes closed; I want to read musty books while lying next to you - books about fascinating things like mummies and eccentric artists and old shipwrecks in the Pacific. I want to have picnics on our bed and crawl into cotton sheets that smell like summer because we left the windows open when we were gone. I want to wake in the night with you and marvel at the stars and try to find the moon through the trees. I want all the sweet things in life. But only by your side.”-Deb Caletti

I don't think that I'm what people would describe as "approachable".  Why do I think that? It’s simple, I have been told that on a number of occasions. I'm not sure why. I think it may have something to do with the fact that I have a condition best described as "bitch face"  where I look sort of smug and/or irritable at all times unless I am smiling. Also, I have been told that I look at the ground when I walk and often cross my arms as if to say “don’t f%$#ing talk to me”. This of course, has never been my intention. 1) I am shy 2) I think promiscuous eye contact is invasive; I must feel very comfortable with you to stare you in the eyes.

To contradict that idea, I have also been told that I “have a very charismatic personality”.

I’m confused.

chaocosm, n. A place of ordered randomness, or organized disarray. chaocosmic, adj.

  I need one of these: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/9jTAbm/www.yankodesign.com/2011/08/01/cradle-for-adults

Last night I had a dream that I had to once again teach two math classes. Or should I say, I had a nightmare. 

Life is a series of these moments. Everything is else is just waiting for them.

You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true -Grey's Anatomy

"The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people's hands, nothing that we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely."
-Nicole Krauss

There are few things that inspire as much panic as being alone in a fitting room and considering asking for help out of a too-small dress that is covering your chest, face, and arms, leaving you barefoot in your underwear and your hands useless in the air.
Gotta love back to school shopping.