Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Some of you know what this time of year means to me . . . one broken heart, hard memories to face, and the perpetual avoidance of phone calls from one person. Actually, since I have a new cell number I won’t have those calls this year. Woot on that one. These things have nothing to do with the Hallmark holiday. Someone I once hung out with, had relations with, talked to (you find the phrase . . . ) called it "Naked Baby Angel Day." That name has stuck with me, so "Naked Baby Angel Day" it is. For the Hallmark holiday I have got more bad memories and experiences than I should, and on a disturbing level most of those memories have become funny. In 1998 my college roommates (well MC and Jess—Mellie and I wanted no part) decided to put out a "Wanted Ad for the Ladies of Unit 2." That action alone easily surpasses the other memories. Essentially, those two had watched entirely too many episodes of _The Dating Game_, and they thought it would...

Istanbul was a lot of things, and good was certainly one. Drunk another. I’ve decided that I drink best internationally, and I’ve come to realize that being sick for far too long kept me form getting my drink on. Hmmmm. Anywho. Those that know me know that I fell in love with Turkey the first time I went, and this time was really hard coming back to the states. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a great gig at ODU, but Turkey is Turkey and Istanbul is Istanbul. There is something about walking along the Bosporus, drinking too much white wine, and knowing that you are thousands of miles away from where you began. Yet, this time things got a little crazy. If I ever get my laptop fixed (another story for another day), I’ll upload the delightful pics I took. Though, right now there are horrid photos of me at the conference. That is one of the many reasons why people aren’t allowed to take pictures of me. That and I don’t really care to have shots of me giving papers. I always look tri...