Its been a while since I wrote about my actual semester and not just the huge dangling essay that has been keeping me awake at night, literally. In between manic typing sessions, I have been continuing my reading on female mystics in religion. I started this semester wondering why female mystics were used for their skills, yet not able to lead within their various religious organizations. I’m still not sure of that, to be honest. I’ve read about countless mystics now, in Christianity,...
One class was all it took. The ache in my back muscles, the twinge of pain in my abs when I laugh… its all worth it, so far. I’m happy to say that I want to be a belly dancer when I grow up. My teacher is adorable, so I’m sure that helps. She’s a geek. I love geeky girls What stood out to me most was the passion in her eyes as she talked about how dancing changed her own life. She’s in love with it, and it shows. It makes people want to learn. Ok, really, I wrote that...
Have you ever had one of those weekends that just flies by, and its not until later that you can really reflect on the dizzy time spent with a group of women who just make your world go around, even if its kind of fuzzy. Yeah, that was awesome. From the imaginary tequila shots and blur to follow, to the fabulous pedicures, to the spirit circle and finally back for more drinks, it was a fantastic weekend. I only panicked about not working/writing a few times, and I got to see sides of these women...
I am in the throes of writing the super essay. I’m so tired of writing about myself, its not funny. Chapter 1: I’m a geek. Chapter 2: I’m a geek with an online biz (or 20). Chapter 3: I’m a female geek who picks other female’s brains… and then eats them. I can’t wait to write my actual autobiography, where the computer world takes up a page, or maybe two pages, and the rest is about how fabulous I am offline. It will probably just be a haiku: Girl, born in...
