Liz

A version of this joke was told in Monday’s stats class by my favorite stats professor ever. If you get it, you’re probably an academic. Or an economist. (Hmmm. I wonder — is there a distinction?) An economist, an engineer, and a physicist are marooned on a deserted island. One day they find a can …

[Preface: I always try hard to know my audience, and anticipate potential reactions to what I write through the lens of my audience. However, there is no way I can say what I’m about to say without, I’m guessing, giving someone pause. Regardless, I’ve got so much pent-up frustration right now that I’m going to …

I will say this about the hound: Once you get to know Rags a little, he becomes very transparent. His actions speak volumes, if you just pay a little attention. The other day, I took him back over to hang out with the other dog I blogged about recently, and while everything went surprisingly well …

For you non-francophiles out there, the title translates to “my brain feels like applesauce,” and at this moment, the analogy is quite apt. I have been sitting in my beloved big green chair reading for the better part of the last 2.5 hours, and have made substantial progress on my to-do list for the day, …

DC is the city where I really feel I became the Liz you know today, the city where cherry blossoms at springtime always made the world seem rosy, the city where I stood in the freezing cold for hours just to hear oral arguments before the Supreme Court, the city that continually renews itself in …

I am not one to stay up past midnight (not ever, really), but I got completely caught up on my sleep over the weekend and so I decided to stay up late tonight doing some reading for the week ahead. I’ve only done a passable job on that, but I have had a very enjoyable …

It would be too difficult to catalog all of the awesomeness that was my weekend, but two major-cool things happened that feel blog-worthy. First, Rags successfully spent a significant chunk of time within close proximity to another dog. This was HUGE. I can’t say that he enjoyed himself, but nobody got hurt (dogs or otherwise) …

Here’s Rags very soon after I brought him home in ’02. This is from Animals I’m not quite sure why I did this yesterday, but on a whim, I pulled out Rags’s paperwork (the stuff I got when he came to live with me in Sept. 2002) to remind myself exactly when he was born. …

… because Joyce told me about xkcd.com. Here’s the latest gem. I laughed out loud. No, really. NOTE: I had to shrink this to fit. Click to go see the full-sized version on their Web site