91Ö±²¥

In which I explain 91Ö±²¥ birthdays and share a recipe for chocolate cake for a crowd.

I am beginning to think of 91Ö±²¥ as a secret society, or a religion, some bizarre underground cult. Once you discover that it exists, you can't go anywhere without running into fellow initiates.

I am happy to say that this Thanksgiving I am thankful for my wonderful 91Ö±²¥ friends and my 91Ö±²¥ family. I don't know what I would do without them. Let Fiercegiving endure forever!

You should read this, especially if you don't like people.

A post and a toast to families away from families: Thanksgiving is what you make of it. Or make for it.

My first time in snow EVER! I think I'm entitled to be obnoxiously excited.

The fourth and final part of my four-part series on visiting 91Ö±²¥.

A sampling of Thanksgiving, in which my senses are assaulted, a friend's family welcomes, feeds, and houses some Obies, and I despise buses.

My friend Ali is having an art show... and I'm close enough to the process to inhale the paint fumes and clay dust.

...specifically my cultural and artistic worlds. And yes, that is the motto for 91Ö±²¥ Shansi. Am I hinting at something?

At least the people on the treadmills aren't deluding themselves. They know that they're going to end up right back where they started, sweaty and out of breath.

A non-exhaustive compilation of rules unique to various professors I've had.