sambear and the girl came back home instead of her going to her class. She was hit with a migraine, but with the additional symptom of feeling like her throat was closing up and other symptoms of an asthma attack.…
WebCT is Stupid
Okay, great. The “preferred browser” for use with WebCT is IE. I can do SOME things in IE, but I can’t send an email with an attachment. I can do that in Mozilla, and there are a few other little…
Morality?
Check out my Morality! 60% liberal, 40% conservative I wouldn’t call it a morality test, but I suppose many of the issues would be considered a matter of morals by, for instance, my parents. And they’d say that I’m 60%…
“Upgrades” That Aren’t
Oh, right, the new version of WebCT is an “upgrade.” Isn’t that supposed to mean it has improvements? There’s no longer an option to have the email for different courses forwarded to another email address, so I have to log…
Movie Therapy
Movie Therapy: Using Movies for Mental Health Like sambear needed an excuse to go to the movies! Are You Having Trouble Sleeping? Um, wouldn’t you know?
Bush Distorts Science
Scientists: Bush Distorts Science “We found a serious pattern of undermining science by the Bush administration, and it crosses disciplines, whether it’s global climate change or reproductive health or mercury in the food chain or forestry—the list goes on and…
Soft Addictions
Let It Go: Taming Soft Addictions “I began speaking more deeply from my heart about my feelings,” Wright tells WebMD. “I took more walks in the park, listened to great music, meditated, started bringing in flowers. The other things [her…
Calling?
hopeevey asked: What would your friends and family say is your true calling? Are they correct? Why or why not? And I had no idea how to answer her. So I’ll ask you—what do you think my “true calling” is?…
Thursday Quotes/LJ Matches
The purpose of art: to make the unconscious conscious. –Wagner There is the Music of Heaven in all things and we have forgotten how to hear it until we sing. –Hildegard von Bingen
Poem: Waking
Waking by Stephen Dobyns Waking, I look at you sleeping beside me. It is early and the baby in her crib has begun her conversation with the gods that direct her, cooing and making small hoots. Watching you, I see…