Half of the Brain :
the place all those random thoughts that flit through my head each day go to die

tastes great
not less filling, but it tastes great and that's gotta count for something.

Breakfast for dinner. One of my favorite things on the planet. Tonight's feast consisted of a bacon/egg/cheese sandwich on wheat toast, with a slight smattering of honey. Breakfasts ALWAYS tastes better when you eat it after dark. Why is that?

Maybe I'm tapping into old memories of childhood road trips when waffle house was the pit-stop of choice. Or all those late night runs to IHOP during college But the thing is... it's not just breakfast that tastes better at a non-conventional time. I can't tell you the number of times leftovers from the night before has been my breakfast of champions.

And then there's the coffee-- which is like manna from heaven at any point in the day.
Lattes anyone?

going my way?
one half of my brain today must be focused on German philosopher, Habermas. It would be better, I admit, if both halves were given over to a Habermasian pursuit, but as I just can't seem to wrap my head around it... good ol Jurgen will just have to make do with half. It's important stuff to my overall project and if my work is ever going to get off the ground I need to give it theoretical legs, which is where today's reading comes in. However, it's not very exciting stuff and as it's all very much historicizing and theorizing the development of a public consciousness in 18th century european societies, I have to flip the transatlantic switch to read it and get anything out of it.

I'm, turning over yet another new leaf as far as work goes, by my count that's at least a half dozen so far this year (haha-- as I sit here and blog this rather than actually work). But dadgummit, it's hard for me to tell the folks who make demands on my time to back off can't you see I'm working here. Just because I do it at home in umbros and a t-shirt, doesn't make it any less important than the work you do and I would never begin a statement to you with the phrase... "Because you don't really do anything all day...

Come on now, anyone who works from home, whether it's professional work, raising a family, volunteer work, etc OR better yet I think anybody in general would be insulted by such a phrase, am I right? At least if I had kids, the uninformed, ignorant, misogynistic, public I interact with would assume that I kept busy with the little ones, but since I don't have kids they can't fathom what it is I do all day long. Well, I guess this is just one of the backlashes I have to put up with for choosing to live such a non-classifiable life. I could live it differently and do more of what is typical and more of what is expected from a talented and smart young woman such as myself, but I like the life I've got for now and guess am still young enough or idealistic enough that the "rules" of the typical and the expected are just too many and too much for me to want to get into the game. So, I'll take my erudite German philosphers and be on my way.
Jurgen! Are you coming with me or are you going to dally here all day?

it begins. . .
so I keep a web page that I use to keep in touch with family and various friends and acquaintences I've collected over the years, but came to blogger via a friend who suggested it to me as a way to sort out my world and rant a little when the mood strikes. And so it begins, so welcome one, welcome all to the other half of my brain.