Costa Rica
Dust blows down empty streets in Manuel Antonio — what I saw in Costa Rica when I wasn't on the beach.
Dust blows down empty streets in Manuel Antonio — what I saw in Costa Rica when I wasn't on the beach.
How I do just about everything I do in more detail than you could possibly want.
A poem I wrote in 2006 after seeing a monologue from a performance of Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper”.
Herein is a collection of verse; each written to be very terse. I hope you'll enjoy, that it doesn't annoy, and once read that you won't start to curse.
Wherein I move many of my internet services away from Google Apps.
In the sticky, evening, Georgia heat
we danced to the sound of a lone fiddle
and two imagined guitars—
Why college is over valued, and (maybe) not worth your time or money.
On upgrading to Octopress and the Sierra Whisky theme.
Spam and public accusations of 'hate' from the Georgia Tech College of Computing.
Tacos for the new year.