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How do you explain grad school to an 8-year-old?

Saturday, July 4.

I was at the beach, sleep-reading (there really should be a word for half-trying to read while drifting off to sleep under the sun, lulled by the sound of the waves… somnolection? any suggestions?), when a little girl interrupted.

“Excuse me. Can I borrow your cell phone?”

My first, decidedly non-parental instinct was suspicion. Was [...]

grad school |

Help me avoid interest and penalties?

I have a new strategy, and a new goal, which I’ll unveil Monday, along with the first set of data.

In the meantime, here are three recent requests, as I shift gears for Year Two…

Wednesday, July 1: Didn’t ask a thing! BREAK!!

Thursday, July 2: My undergraduate student loans go into automatic repayment once I graduate. Since [...]

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Help me talk to the pharmacist?

June 6. Day 341.

Years ago, I took a latin class as part of my grad studies. I don’t remember much grammar now, but it was a daily class, which means I do remember the following: that for 6 months, every morning at 10, I met with 10 other people. We saw each other get sick, [...]

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Salary injustice, close to home

May 6. Day 310.

La Sorella called me this morning, flustered.

She took on a babysitting job in Seattle. A baby and a toddler. $10 per hour. It takes her an hour to drive there and back, not paid. Plus the family comes home late and doesn’t pay for the extra 10 or 15 minutes. Should she [...]

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My new crush, and thanks to the mechanics on Cotner Avenue

May 1. Day 305.

Somewhere on the I-405 between Culver City and Sepulveda Blvd, something amazing happened to me.

I became a Ryan Seacrest Fan!!!

Ry-an! Ry-an!

Before today, I’d see his air-brushed face on billboards advertising his talk show and think “Belch.” I mean, Ryan Seacrest? He represents everything I loathe: mass produced, lowest common denominator, manufactured to [...]