if i could bring myself to read one more word about paleoethnobotany, that is probably what i would be doing right now. instead, i'm eating contraband pizza, stolen from a band student. and laughing sillily. that is not a word, i swear.

i was in philadelphia this past weekend. a homeless man was balled up in sleep next to a restaurant wherein the clientele definitely knew the difference between their salad and dinner forks.

it made me angry and wistful and sad. it also made me want to mix it up. i'm called to be the change i want to see in the world. i'm called to kick the status quo's butt. i'm called to be the revolution.

will i? i hope so. i'm changing my major to social work.