peripheries

one of the upsides in maintaining a blog is not only the opportunity to connect with friends and strangers but also to rant about our daily lives; whine and complain about the nasty fiend who made an impact that one fine day or for the rest of our lives.

vile encounters aren't always easy to avoid. it's not often an argument. but it could might well be a simple comment or an adjunct answer to a query that hits the glitch and makes one examine the aftermath of her goofs.

i don't really read enough, especially the science and rumblings of work. endless domestic chores get in the way of scanning and skimming theories and mechanisms of the myriad of organ systems that generates life.

caught unguarded without the defense of common sense, i did get decimated this week. but the good part of every bad experience is we learn from condescension and prejudice. i don't reckon those members of the faculty do blogs or write as good as my friend joy. they might be in facebook with fixtures of them hammered from planned or random functions with mr. pinot and madame merlot. it's unlikely the duo would be in the top ten of flixter's never-ending movie quiz.

just as i am struggling to add laugh-ins while i'm typing these morsels, i'm mulling over gender-based sense of humor. on the basis of jim carrey or bill murray and the dearth of women comic talents in the mold of julia louis-dreyfus, tina fey, amy poehler, jo brand-- women at the top of the hierarchy or those in the slightly lower rungs but enamored with their bourgeois specialties needs to lighten up a bit. sneak in a droll or two in formal lectures and demonstrations or when just in the same room together exchanging ideas and opinions about bringing up the baby. humor, in a way, makes female bosses less of a tyrant.

time to hit the books. i'll try anyway.