Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

"Yes, well... kinda" I have to explain more often than I would like, "The undergrad is women-only; but the grad programs are coed." And yet, I find myself outnumbered by ladies at any given moment. I am usually the only guy in my classes. I have heard that there is another guy in the English MA program, but he is an elusive creature. Like a lynx, or an echidna. In fact, I'm not even sure that I believe he exists. More like the Jackelope of the department. I know that a few other departments are worse off, ironically Gender Studies lacks any men, but for all practical purposes I am alone. Usually it doesn't bother me though. I grew up surrounded by strong-willed, independent women, and I am neither bothered nor intimidated by the gender ratio around here. Besides, my classes are pretty good. In fact, Simmons is rated highly for its MA programs. It is to be expected that many guys don't know that the school would accept them into their graduate programs. ...

Side Note: We've entered the season of Lent. I've given up TV and online entertainment. Part of that is facebook. Blogs are different, I think. They are more like public letters. Facebook is a huge time waster, and it gives you the illusion of being in touch with people. I am thinking of closing my account for good and going back to blogging regularly. It is more productive and creative, I think. At the same time, Facebook is nice for overseas acquaintances. We'll see how the next 40 days go, and then I'll make my decision.   A new season of my life is here. It has been one of those big, and yet natural, changes. We only get a couple of those in life: when you start elementary school, sometimes when your family moves, when you go away to college... and now, marriage. In some ways, I think my shift into marriage has been more easy going than for some people. For one thing, I wasn't one of those people who got married right out of school, or (in the spanish scenari...

The sun is streaming through the window, and my wife is stretching in the living room. The sun and her meet in a patch of warm light on the floor that overlaps with her yoga mat. I hear her breathe slowly as the tight muscles protest her exercise. This only serves to remind her that it has been far too long since she last danced. Wedding planning is not easy on someone who depends on hours of training to keep her body fit. I watch the play of light and shadows as her arms and legs move this way and that, amazed that I am married to such a beautiful creature. Not even a month into marriage. I am still getting used to it. There is something epic and heroic about getting married. The romance of it all seems as antiquated as society would have us believe, but that only makes me love my lifelong vows even more. Screw society, what the hell does it know about love anyway? Most of the time it seems like Hollywood must be run by a couple of old horny men who have never known love. It is all so...