HiC, despite widespread perception, is, in fact, still online. And I have one particularly loyal reader who has emailed me a few times to complain about the lack of daily updates, grammar and syntax errors, not enough Obama-love, etc. I thought I would need to build a bigger readership before the backlash began! But so it is. This is an open letter to my critics(no s): you must chill!
What is it you are looking for here, Reader? My thoughts on Puffins v. Honey Bunches of Oats for breakfast? A transcript of my notes on Caroline's college essays (fewer adverbs=better)? An analysis of my White Liberal Guilt-derived weirdness over tutoring ESL students at Build? Links to funny videos? How about reviews of the best ANTM, Project Runway, and Tila Tequila marathons (starving bitches, hilarious gays and batshit insane "lesbians" - the best of unscripted TV!). Or, uh, Razor...
My life is small right now. I'm more than fine with that. But it doesn't make for compelling reading.
Really, my daily life is a combination of "soccer mom" routine and child-like recidivism. I drive around (in a wagon, no less) to do errands like shuttling my sister and picking up the dry cleaning. I work in the mornings, nap around 4pm and then am fed dinner by my parents. It is AWESOME. This past week we've been Christmas-decorating, gingerbread house-making, and I've launched phase 2 of my campaign for a puppy. Phase 3 is when I present my stepdad with a lightly sedated pup in a box on Christmas morning! Shh!
My commitment to you, Reader: near-future posts will concern Grassroots Obama for America gossip (registered Democrats in Atherton, prepare for my call!), further career angst navel-gazing, stories from Claremont, LA, Taos, updates on the train of visitors from Yale, DC, NYC, et ceterata, celery soup.
Hey guys, remember when I lived in Asia? Me neither!
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