uncertainty

I've been interested in uncertainty for some time (probably all my life as an abstract, but only recently as a--how to put it--value), and now, I can't help but think about maps in the human consciousness.
"Here be dragons" used to act as a filler for the human lack of knowledge of geography. While the image of a serpent has vanished from the modern atlas, I can't help but think that idea permeates human history. It's not that we're making it up, not really. We believe there to be dragons. We don't know that we don't know until, you know, ch-ch-ch-changes.
It's not so often books make you think.

Also, had a Tommy's Hamburger today. Will not be repeating that mistake in the future.

Reasons I Am Grateful for Hitch

So last summer when I was working at Emma Willard, we showed the girls Hitch, and while the movie isn't exactly one of Mr. Smith's best films, I am grateful for its soundtrack. Can you imagine these little kiddies' lives without the joys of Heavy D and the Boyz? Or "Don't You Worry About a Thing"? Granted we get John Legend's version, not Stevie Wonder's, but it's not a bad cover at all.

Note to self: you don't like crepes and you never will, no matter how highly a creperie may come recommended; just give it up and stop getting them.

I had a highly productive literary day, which is why I am posting this. Also, I watched a little TV online because I haven't been watching it on TV. It's nice. Who needs Tivo, when you have the Internet? Smita finally defeated me at Blokus, though she took 20 minutes for every move. That's how I got so much reading done. I was so irritated that I didn't even try. Not to take anything away from her victory...

Back to Sarasota tomorrow, and hopefully I'll see my other sister, Allie, who is at her roommate's grandparents' timeshare for spring break near Tampa, getting a tan because her skin is genetically different from mine and doesn't go straight from ivory to crimson like the rest of us. I think it's gotta be the Native American drop of blood because the rest of our ancestry is very much Northern European albino. I, on the other hand, look precisely like the Irish horse thieves that make up the brunt of our long and distinguished line....