SOME AUSTIN BOOK HAPPENINGS

Today, the only person who reads this blog asked me to update. Here's what I've been up to, literature wise:

• I've been going around telling people I made out with Junot Diaz, which is totally untrue and probably defamatory for him (major upgrade for me.)  But I did go to his book signing at BookPeople, listen to him namecheck Paula Moya (!!), praise sports writing (YES, YES, AND YES) and... the best thing? He totally shamed a whitegirl who tried to be fresh when asking a question about his writing process. Someone raised her hand to ask how he wrote, but she phrased it with a terrible example "Do you start your morning off with a cafe CON LECHE" and totally butchered that pronunciation. I think everyone started laughing because.... if you read Junot Diaz, and are able to absorb at least fifty percent of what he's writing about... why would you ask that question in that way? And Mr. Diaz basically repeated "Cafe con LAY-CHAY" for like two minutes. He also graciously answered her question. And then later he kissed me on the cheek after he signed my book. Ummmm. True love, yes? By the way, "This is How You Lose Her" is excellent - I finished it the same day I went to see him speak. I think it reflects a lot more of Junot at a particular phase in his career, but I still prefer "Drown." Something about childhood immigrant stories and the way he writes about them that resonate more clearly with me.

• I developed an insane crush on David Foster Wallace. Ugh. Can't even talk about him without my heart palpitating. If you're in the mood for some highly clever, analytical, precise, and still - so humanely entertaining - writing, check out "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again." It's a great selection of non-fiction essays and the best part is they're funny (which is so hard to find) but also smart and you feel that you're reading from someone who loves writing. To be on the receiving end of DFW's writing is an immense joy. Also, I'm in the throes of reading "Infinite Jest" which I feel is never going to get done unless I really buckle down and read it over the holidays. The book is giving me carpal tunnel (for real... it's huge).
• Read some books I was meh on, but also a few I really deeply disliked. For meh, "When We Were Orphans" by Kazuo Ishiguro was one - I loved "Never Let Me Go" but this was just all right. Ishiguro's writing seems plodding here, which is odd, since the plot is set up like a detective story. Hated "Sideways" by Rex Pickett. It's the same one you probably saw in theaters, but geez, this is terrible. This is what happens when you give overgrown frat boys an iPhone and ask them what they've been up to lately. It's centered on two men who either have some sort of moral compass or don't. I CAN'T TELL. Because most of the time there's some light dialogue about not cheating on their partners or lying about their jobs, and then going ahead and cheating on their partners and continuously lying about everything. 
• I've also decided that I love Austin, don't understand BBQ (the postcards below are from Black's, in Lockhart, BBQ capital of TX, or the universe, or something like that - super cute place, meat tastes like... meat... to ME), adopted a puggle, and managed to catch shows by Mos Def (Yassin Bey, I guess) and Alejandro Escovedo. Unfortunately, I've also discovered the donut food truck that is Gourdough's and have had one too many delicious donuts as big as my head. 

CURRENT FAVORITES

Aw, shit.

I'm in love with Alejandro Escovedo right now. Here's a super awesome clip of him playing "Castanets" with Ryan Adams.



(How fracking good does Ryan Adams look, btw? So good.) Ale's live albums are so great because he always manages to re-arrange them in new context. I'm currently listening to three different live versions of "Always a Friend" on my (dying) iPod right now. So good. I also asked my younger brother to transcribe the song for me so I can play it on my violin. We'll see how that goes.

SWEET, SWEET ACID

Want to hear something embarrassing? (Of course you do!) Pineapples were on sale at my local grocery store for super cheap - $1.88 per pineapple. My roommate had recently bought one and I YouTubed how to cut a pineapple because last time I did it I had all these "eyes" left in it and I thought I did it wrong. Turns out I just didn't cut deep enough. In any case, a lot of YouTubbing left me to cut the pineapple the east Asian way instead, since you waste a lot less of the pineapple meat. There's even an pineapple eye-cutter instrument that I desperately want and um, may have threatened my girl A with de-friendship if she didn't travel to the Philippines to get it for me. I feel like that's totally reasonable. I used my new skills to chop up a pineapple and um twenty minutes later my tongue is bleeding. Why, you ask? Because I ate too much pineapple and my tongue is bleeding from all the acid. Yeahhhhh. That's some vengeance. I capitulate! You win, pineapple.

In more appropriate, less character defaming news, I've been all about short stories lately. I randomly picked up the collection "Peaceable Kingdom" by Francine Prose, whose critiques I really enjoy reading, and was really surprised by how much I liked her fiction writing. It's quirky, decidedly intimate - almost reminded me of stories you would tell your friends when you're at the peak of your vulnerability and a little crazy. Strange coincidences and a touch of (sometime) sinister magic gives the stories a bit of grit so they keep an edge to otherwise ordinary events in our lives.

I also grabbed Richard Yates' collected stories - (it's hefty!) and am slowly making my way through it. His collection is similar to his novels in theme, but there's something a bit more unpolished, more obvious about about the subjects and moods he's conveying. Maybe it's the variation on the theme that I'm picking up on and becoming anxious about; I wonder if I'm being de-sensitized to the type of unanware, indulgent characters he's creating (?). I can't read too many of his stories at once because I get so frustrated (or angry! or gah!) with his protagonists. I know. I need to calm down, drink some mint tea, and soothe my poor bleeding tongue.



All right, then,
T

VOCAB LESSON

I know you can't tell because I use such extensive and varied vocabulary in my posts, but I actually possess the most limited vocabulary this side of anything. I've been trying to be better about documenting my ignorance.

(from my copy of "The Mysteries of Pittsburg" by Michael Chabon. Yes, you should read it.)

I'm taking a class called "Personal Informatics" which is about motivating people to change their habits, mainly by collecting data. Resources to help you delve more deeply into the subject should you feel so inclined: Quantified Self (and a NYT article), and Switch.  (My preferred method for designing for un-motivated people is... shaming. You shame them. It works wonders for parenting. ASK MY MOTHER.)

Have I changed any habits lately? No. This vocab post-it note is not a new phenomenon for me. I started doing it in college when I read something by Margaret Atwood that contained the word "vestibule" and I had no idea what it was (turns out: a hallway); it made me feel sort of dumb, to be honest, not knowing and so I started writing down words I didn't know.

I've always been a neurotic note taker and planner, which apparently, is half of what these data people are all about. Collecting data, adjusting for change, and recalibrating.  For the past six years, I've owned planners where I write down social, personal, and academic goals and events (even grocery lists and meal ideas go in this planner), along with any current feelings regarding what I've accomplished in the margins. And then, I go back and read what I've managed to accomplish and reach the goals I'v set. I know,  right. It's like you can't wait to be my friend.

It's St. Patrick's Day. Let me go head and consult my 2010-2011 calendar to find my soda bread recipe.... jk. Sort of.

xo,
t

THE BEST WRITING

A few friends of mine and I have been talking about really good writing lately, and I feel like I keep referencing television. But it's true! So much good (heart-wrenching, make you squirm cuz it's so good) writing is on TV these days. Here's what I've been watching in the past two months:

Sons of Anarchy

Katy Sagal!! I've loved her since "Married with Children" and she's fantastic here - a really tough, balls-out matriarch. This is an intense show - shifting alliances, changes of heart, and some cold murder. Still, at the heart, it's an exploration of no longer fitting into your clan, and what you're willing to do to change that situation, either from the inside out, or by leaving. Also, Charlie Hunnam, who plays the protagonist, Jax Teller, is really good looking. See?

Doesn't he make you want to join an outlaw bike club? Also, the actor that portrays Happy (a club member) owns a tatto shop in Oakland called Evil Ink. The website comes to you straight from 1994. Turns out Happy's a real-life member of Oakland's Hell's Angels.)

Downton Abbey

I know everyone and their mother is watching this show... so you probably know what it's about. Just in case you need a recap, here's a handy dandy rap! Season two dragged on a bit too long, non? A little too much with the Bates/Ana storyline? Whatever - I'm just excited that a Crawley estate wedding is going down starting season 3!!! By the way, I think this is the strongest showing of independent and capable females I've seen on TV in a while... and it's occurring in the early 1900s. Curious how that worked out.

Chappelle's Show

I'm so glad Amazon Prime put this up for free streaming. I was 18 when this show came out and I've only ever seen individual sketches on YouTube before, so I've been amusing myself this past weekend by catching up. I'll admit - I think some of the sketches hold up better than others; when the show is on, it's really on... but when there's a lot of reliance on special effects, it doesn't necessarily gel (like the sketch in season one about celebrities endorsing random products).  I can see why Chappelle once said that sketch comedy wasn't his favorite form; I think he's funnier and more acute when he's able to tell a story - it's why Block Party worked so well, it's why recurring characters and themes on Chappelle's Show are still identifiable today, and it's why his stand-up performances are so solid.

Ringer

This show is such good camp. Everyone on the show is evil, or clueless. It's great! People randomly die, disappear, and assume other people's identities. No one is an innocent. The show is smart in its plot twists, although it isn't exactly high brow. It's the kind of tightly-written mystery "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" wanted to be.

I know there are lots of other good shows out there, but I'm limited to what I can (legally) stream online or check out at the library. Whoever is scratching up all those Futurama DVDs at the AAPL we need to talk. Not cool.

Also, I should probably note in full disclosure that I still watch Gossip Girl and Hart of Dixie. I can't help it. Seriously.

xo, t

MIND'S ON MY TUMMY

Recently, my mind's on my tummy and my tummy's on my mind.

Blood, Bones & Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton

This memoir made a lot of "best of" lists last year and after reading it, I felt it was way over-hyped. Hamilton's a good writer, no doubt, but she leaves a lot of questions unanswered; her character (as in, her constitution) doesn't evolve much. She's still crass, angry, and weirdly naive about what family means (and their loyalties). And sweet baby Buddha, woman needs a therapist, for many, many things, but also mainly to figure out why she, as a self-identified out and about lesbian, marries a man, has his child, and latches on to his family. There are so many confounding issues here, none of which are about food, at all. I need everybody to stop using these food-related memoirs as vehicles to write about their screwed up childhood. I'm sort of tired of reading the "I-work-in-the-kitchen-to-be-physical-and-to-show-the-world-what-I'm-capable-of-even-though-I-have-a-college-degree-and-am-really-intelligent" book. Stop being so possessedly self-aware of your hyper-intelligence and writing about it. Turns out you guys are no fun. 

Eating in the Raw by Carol Alt

Have I mentioned I've been having a food-related morals crisis lately? In particular, reading this blog (Raw Foods SOS) shook me up, from everything about eating cooked foods to practicing veganism. Denise, from Raw Foods SOS, is really detailed in her notes, particularly in her response to the oft-cited pro-vegetarian book "The China Study" which makes me tend to agree that veganism is an ethical choice, not necessarily beneficial to health. There's a lot of interesting analysis going on in that article, especially looking at the context of what was studied and measured. Talk about having a moral crisis for this vegan. But anyway, I've been reading a lot of raw cookbooks lately, and I actually really enjoyed this one, which is mostly about Carol Alt's transition into raw foods. There are a few easy to prepare recipes in the back, unlike the other cookbooks I had borrowed that relied too much on fancy equipment. I've also used some of Ani Phyo recipes before, but the waiting list for her books are outrageously long. Ah, who are these midwest hippies that borrow all the books I borrow but whom I never seem to meet?!!! Where do you hide?! Will you be my friend?  

No Reservations by Anthony Bourdain

So.... this turned out to be a picture book. I'm not even kidding. I can't call it a coffee table book because the quality of the pictures are shit, and it's not physically big enough to look like it commands any sort of artistic ground. It feels like Anthony had another contract to fulfill and he didn't feel like putting together a cohesive storyboard so he went out and released a book entirely composed of half-assed vignettes with even crappier photos. I'm not saying the little he does write isn't compelling, though - a lot of it is, simply by virtue of Boudain's acute observations. Read the one about Beirut! A seriously compelling story, where Anthony and his crew get caught in Beirut at the start of the 2006 Lebanon War. There is some really riveting reflection about fear and war. Oftentimes when I read Bourdain, I'm struck by how sensitive he is to issues of marginalized communities and his ability to, at the same time, make sweeping generalizations of a country. I'm very rarely offended, though, because I think he acknowledges that these are his experiences and his opinions and at the end of the day, who cares? He's just a traveler. These are his notes. 

xo,

t

BOOKS ON A STRING

Lately I've read a lot of disappointing books. The following left me as dry as a wisdom teeth sockets gone wrong (you're welcome):



'We Need to Talk About Kevin' by Lionel Shriver. This is a book where the narrative voice threw me off: so cold and esoteric; I thought it might be the character, but then I read the author's notes at the back of the book and realized that Lionel Shriver is sort of a pretentious prick. Also, I had to keep turning on my computer to use the dictionary to look up the most random words - it really disrupted the flow of the text for me. I can handle stone-cold women narrators, but Eva, the protagonist (or anti-protagonist?) is odd, high-strung and so unlikeable in her relationships. Ultimately, the redemption at the end feels minor, almost a careless after-thought.



'The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks' by Rebecca Skloot. There's nothing wrong with this story - it's fine. It just didn't move me or surprise me in the way I thought it would. Perhaps some of this is because a lot of my personal interest already resides in marginalized narratives, and I've spent a lot of time reading about histories similar to this (unfortunately), that this particular story didn't resonant as loudly as it might for someone who doesn't have a solid understanding of how history, as a framework, operates.



'Room' by Emma Donoghue. A big 'meh' from me. I thought the entire story would be about being stuck in a room, but actually only half the story is; the latter half is about adjusting to the outside world. All of it is from the perspective of a little kid who's never been outside and while that's a new perspective, I didn't care enough about each character to see them through what's supposed to be a harrowing transition. Also - the way they escape from the room is pretty crazy and unbelievable.



'Portnoy's Complaint' by Philip Roth. Trust me, this hurts. I love Philip Roth. But this was too much like when I was 15 and reading 'Notes From the Underground.' No. Whenever people tell me that (or, 'On the Road') is their favorite book, I silently bang my head against something. At some point, Peter Pan, you have to grow up. But, to Roth's credit, this book is funny and aware in a way that 'Notes' isn't. I just really can't read an entire book about masturbation and parents.



'1q84' by Haruki Murakami. Oh jeez. This one... gave me carpal tunnel. It's 1000 pages of re-hashing the same love story that Murakami has written before, and better. The translation is stilted, the story didn't pack the urgency that his stories usually have and... I don't know. It was a hot mess.



'The Marriage Plot' by Jeffrey Eugenides. This book broke my heart. I mean - it was so mediocre and not comparable to his previous books that I think I became distraught and started questioning whether 'Middlesex' was really good, at all. Plus, he gave a lot of interviews during his promoting period about how his contemporaries really didn't have any effect on his writing style - he was  "already formed." To which I call bullshit, sir! Are you really ever formed as a writer? I really like this Slate.com round up article on how a lot of writers, not just Eugenides, have been fascinated by Wallace (who committed suicide a few years back, and was close friends with Franzen).

Anyway, these are the books that pulled at my book-strings and then chewed and spit them out back at me. So sad.

T

FRANZEN WINS

The Corrections is coming! The Corrections is coming! One of my favorite recent novels is being made into a mini-series for HBO with Ethan Hawke.

Franzen was also one of the authors asked to create his version of the dollar by the UK newspaper The Guardian. The $6.66 is supposedly the environmental cost of creating a $10 bill. And the bird is a nice hark back to the cerulean warbler in Freedom, which I re-read in December when I was having a fiction reading crisis (I read so many shit books). It holds up so well; there's something about Franzen that just is so honest and insecure and compelling.

Check out the rest of the recreations here.

LOVE THOSE ENGINEERS

Bless the engineering library (The Duderstadt, affectionately known as "The Dude"). I work in The Dude Tuesday through Thursday and recently discovered the recreational reading section. It has an impressive inventory (apparently, they outsource the book selection to a local company - which is kinda crazy, non?) and sometimes I take my break down there, huddled between the Murakami and Michael Lewis.

And seriously - engineers really do live at the library. Sometimes I see the same person sitting at the same spot for 8 hours straight. Remember to take bathroom breaks, okay? And there is also sunshine outside. Maybe. It's Michigan. Okay, fine, you're right - ain't no sunshine when there's snow. I don't think I ever spent more than an hour at a time at my undergrad's libraries, and that was mostly to hang out with my friends who actually do use the libraries for academic purposes. Plus, you know about my biggest fear. I don't know why anyone does work at the library. School takes the fun out of everything! Why would I want to do that to my beloved library?! The only time I want to go to the library is to discuss YA novels, do crossword puzzles, or make friends with the reference librarian.

Anyway, the point is that I was able to snatch a copy of "The Marriage Plot" by Jeffrey Eugenides and take myself off the public library's outrageous waiting list (I'm like #40 out of 300 for Mindy Kaling's "Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?" and inexplicably, my status as #1 out of #1 for a guidebook on Austin, Texas has not changed for the past two months). Engineers - you should probably take advantage of this crazy awesome service the University of Michigan offers you! PLUS. Did you know there will be DOGS @ The Dude this upcoming Tuesday and Friday?! Geezus, you guys are spoiled.

Okay, I've been procrastinating from writing a paper on my shopping experience at jcrew.com for my human behaviors class. The good news is that I'm writing about J. Crew. The bad news is that I spend all my time at jcrew.com.

xo, t

DIFFERENT PLACES

At the gym, I am reading...



In bed, I am reading...














At my desk, I am reading

xo t

READ/VIBE

I don't mean, you know... VIBING.

Did I just make that sound dirty? (Curious how that happened.)

Anyway. Continuing with all the music I've been getting, El-P has come into the mix. El-P is sort of aggressive, and insane. Thanks for thinking of me, S!

Amy Chua, Tiger Mom, is also aggressive and insane.

"Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother." Pair with El-P's "I'll Sleep When You're Dead."

Something more mellow? Maybe that's not the right word. I've been slowly making my way through "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay" and also chilling to The Black Hearts Procession's "Six" which I really, really like. It's melodious and sad-sounding. The book is mostly sad, sometimes funny, but it's overtones make me an anxious reader.

Class time!
xo, t

THE HUNGER GAMES

Ah! I'm dropping in to say that if there's a book you should read now before the movie comes out next year... it's "The Hunger Games." Okay, so maybe it's three books. I read the first book over my birthday weekend in New York, then spent an ungodly amount of time - maybe 4 months - on the waiting list for the second book in the series at the Ann Arbor District Library. I finally got the third one last week and stayed up till 3 am finishing the trilogy. Holy fack! I think the series actually starts getting really interesting toward the end of the first book (maybe the last half, after the repercussions for winning the hunger games sinks in), when the political undertones of the novel starts to surface. This book is intense. And angry. Here's what happens in the first book, briefly:

• Protagonist Katniss Everdeen volunteers to take her younger sister's place in a cruel challenge put on by the government, the hunger games. The game is an annual event where children are forced to kill each other. Winner gets food in a time of severe rationing (imposed by an evil government, of course).
• Katniss wins game (er, I'm skipping lots of interesting characters and pee in your pants obstacles)
• Katniss figues out that there will be severe backlash from the way she gamed the system to win - and that her family and friends will suffer.

This is where it shifts from an adventure novel to a political one meant to question a whole host of issues: How do we take care of people we love? How do we cope with loss? How do we take a stand against injustices, despite great personal cost? How do we forgive, absolve, come to terms with the fact that we are all different in our capabilities? It's interesting because I don't always make the connections between all these questions, but the author (Suzanne Collins) makes those links so naturally. This is a story about a young woman who is forced to lead a revolution. She also has to live with the consequences of her actions, which is why most revolutions fail - we don't think about the after. One toppling infrastructure doesn't mean another one magically appears. And um, like any good young adult novel, "The Hunger Games" is also about falling in love. 

Did you know that Stanley Tucci is in the movie?? As is Lenny Kravitz? Don't you want to read it now, just to imagine them? Yes, yes you do.

Randomly, a few of my friends and I are being incredibly diligent about sharing our music via dropbox. 

Here's what I've been listening to lately:

• Tumi and the volume (South African hip hop band... found out about them through the podcast French Radiolab! Really love the songs "Bus Stop Confessions" and "Volume Trials.")
• Sa Ra Creative Partners
• Shabazz Palaces (and Digable Planet, while we're at it...)
• Jason Isbell & the 400 Units (Jason used to be in one of my favorite bands, The Drive-by Truckers)
• Lykke Li (I really love this live version of "I'm Good, I'm Gone"; Robyn and The Shout Out Louds make cameos!)

I opened a link my friend sent me this morning only to find like every album Def Jux ever put out in the 90s. Heh. Nostalgic, much? Coincidentally, I also met someone who used to be on the Def Jux label over the summer in Boston. And then I went on a date with someone who grew up in the same projects in the South Bronx as my friend....I am really efficient at social networking, okay?

 I'm just going to go stare longingly at my imaginary pets now. 

Nite!

xo t

ON THE MAP

--from Slate.com. 

Claire emailed me that she's reading "1984" just as I came across this illustration depicting a guide to scifi novels. I wouldn't have thought to put Orwell or Bradbury in that category, but now that I see this snarky, helpful trajectory of choosing scifi books,  I guess they do belong because they're not firmly rooted in reality. Does this mean utopian literature is inherently scifi? On a similar note, David Weinberger, of the Berkman Center at Harvard, is coming to speak at University of Michigan tomorrow. He wrote "Everything is Miscellaneous" which is about how we categorize information and the importance (and difficulties...) of metadata in Web 2.0. Maybe someone should ask him. After all, the birth of information architecture (how we represent information) came from librarianship.

But back to this map! What have you read?
I've been meaning to read "Watership Down" and "Neuromancer."

I'm currently listening to: Das Racist, Tyler the Creator, Blakroc, and The National. In case you can't tell, the library and I are on good terms right now.

xo! t

A SUMMER OF MICHAEL

My man W texted me that the movie adaptation of "Moneyball" premiered September 23rd at the Paramount Theatre in Oakland. That place is really fucking book. I saw Mos Def and Talib Kweli there two years (!) ago. I can't imagine a better place to start off a world press tour about the As than the Paramount Theatre. I also can't believe I never wrote about how I read most of Michael Lewis' catalogue this past summer.

I read "Moneyball" maybe 4 or 5 years ago, when I was still a student at Berkeley (GO BEARS!). Obviously, I have a lot of love for my hometown team but Michael Lewis made baseball more than an excuse to throw peanuts and drink beer outdoors. It's a pretty great feat when you get someone (like me) who has no interest whatsoever in baseball and makes it relatable and interesting. He describes more than just a game - it's the story and strategy of how and why a game is played that makes it so intensely intricate and impressive.

This past summer, I spotted "Liar's Poker" at the Boston Public Library for a dollar. Then I found "The Blind Side" for another dollar at Goodwill in Allston, right by Boston University. I borrowed "The Big Short" from the Ann Arbor Public Library early in the summer when I was still very unemployed and fearing that I would forever be a waitress. That is actually my worst nightmare. I had a dream two nights ago that I was a bartender at a local spot, and that my customers were.... my first graders from the school I used to teach at. Turns out they have no manners and are horrible tippers. I was very disappointed in them (both for drinking way under the legal age and the fact that they showed their old teacher no love with the tips, cheap-asses).

So how does the Michael Lewis collection stack up? I think Lewis has become a way better writer. In both "Liar's Poker" and "Moneyball," Lewis has the tendency to write in short, clipped sentences. He also LOVES those dangling modifiers, which I find distracting (as I start the sentence with the aforementioned....). He's also much better at synthesizing information these days. "Moneyball" and "Liar's Poker" both suffer from a bit of information overload: too many tangents (albiet interesting ones) that stray from the plot. Both are really interesting reads, but you could skip large portions and still follow the general story.

"The Blind Side" is the one I find the most consistently engaging, both about the sport described, and the narrative development of its protagonist, Michael Oher. It might have something to do with the fact that Lewis really did not understand football before he wrote this story, so he's coming at it from a blank slate: all the things we need to know, he also had to learn. It's an incredibly fascinating story, although I wish there had been more depth with the family that adopted Michael Oher. If you read the afterward, though, it sort of comes out that the Tuohys really are sort of, um, weird. As is Michael Oher. None of them seem incredibly love-able or cuddly, but that may be part of what they chose to reveal to Lewis in the interviewing process. They seem like very guarded people which makes sense but is probably the most interesting part of the story, non? It's also revealed that Lewis knew Sean Tuohy from way back and I do think this shaped how the Tuohys were represented in the story - reading in between the lines, I don't get the impression that they are incredibly fond of each other. But... it's also writing about someone that is an acquaintance and that fine line that Lewis was trying to navigate between telling the truth and not offending the Tuohys. Am I reading too much into this?

Okay, it's Friday night. You know what this means.

NAP TIME!

xoxo! t

WHAT I'M READING

Just a snippit of what I'm currently reading for class. I'm taking a videogame & learning class through the School of Ed, in case you can't tell. I'm playing Braid for school this semester. Don't hate.

xoxo t