And Nobody Ever Forgot The Date

So how do you remember your wedding anniversary? The first date? The special times?

Grace Updates: April Version

Grace's busy season is thankfully coming to a close. Grace is also currently laid up at home post-oral surgery subsisting on ice cream and Vicodin (it's actually the Vicodin that's incapacitating me the most... it makes me too groggy to do much of anything besides eat ice cream, but if I don't take the Vicodin, I'm in pain). Grace concludes that this is an excellent time to catch up on blog writing, which has been too inconsistent for the past two or three months. Grace will now proceed to write a blog post. Beep. End transmission.

Everything Is Awesome: Zoning Ordinances

I'm weird and I like weird things. Because I am a narcissist with a blog, you probably know this by now, but I'll repeat it, just because I'm that self-obsessed.

When you are the lone resident of Grace World, Everything Is Awesome. I'm sure I've mentioned the awesomeness of fruit history before, and the awesomeness of school architecture, but there are many awesome things to be experienced in Grace World. Like highway rest stops. When I was in high school, I told my mom that when I grew up and because a photojournalist, my first project would be to document the intricacies of life along the interstate, complete with close-up photos of disgusting bathroom tiling and roadkill squashed flat in the parking lot. Having experienced the pain of upstate New York "rest stops" with no AC or sewage facilities, rest stops are no longer quite that awesome, unfortunately. Traffic congestion is still pretty fascinating, though.

Kohl's Kills

As I've mentioned in previous posts, I get overstimulated easily. This could be a part of ADD, this could be my hypothesized borderline Asperger's, or it could just be Grace being Grace, the ultimate Oversensitive Princess. But it does give me at least one more excuse to stay home and hide on the weekends.

Shopping for clothing, although I love it, is hard.

Shopping for food is also hard.

Noisy restaurants are hard.

The Search: Trials and Tribulations

I consider myself a casual academic. Basically, I love learning and thinking about the kinds of involved, obtuse subjects written up in research journals, but I don't have access to the data or resources to actually conduct my own research. Like I'd love to research supermarket scanning data (what goes into shoppers' carts at the checkout line), but do you really think Nielsen is going to let me have that information for any less than $100,000 and an academic research grant? Yeah, OK. I probably should have gone into a doctorate program to satisfy my lust for information, but it wasn't until recently that I discovered where my Aspergery interests lie (economic and spatial sociology... the study of how economics influences why we live and work the way we live and work in the areas we live and work). Also, the couch is comfy. I like my comfy couch depression. I can't believe I created a rear end depression in the couch in only nine months.