Spring evaluations

"Best English teacher I ever had."

"She is the shit!!!"

"It was AWESOMEEEEE. This is the best teacher EVERRRR. 5-star class. Ivy league recommended. She's the fecal matter at what she does."

"Best class ever!"


Thanks, I think:

"She works harder than hardworking."

"Different from every other professor in the English department. Expects more."


In the You Should Be Ashamed of Yourself category:

"It can be difficult to remember to check the syllabus for assignments."

She's a shoe!

Eric and I have a Facebook friend in Davis (Raychel?) to thank for introducing us to Shit My Dad Says. If you're not familiar, a guy in his late 20s who lives with his 70-something dad has been Tweeting his father's hilarious and profane random observations, and now he apparently has a book.

My own father does not say shit quite like this, but he did make a few memorable remarks during our visit to Connecticut. The first was when I called to report that traffic on Route 9 would make us late to meet my parents for dinner at O'Rourke's Diner. My father instructed me to get off Route 9 at "the crazy place" and take back roads to O'Rourke's. At first I thought "the crazy place" meant Oddfellows Playhouse, where I performed in zany teen theater when I was in high school. Then I realized "the crazy place" referred to Connecticut Valley Hospital, a psychiatric care facility built in the 1860s. Okay.

Even better was my dad's commentary on Sex and the City 2. Eric unfortunately missed this, but I was sitting with my parents in their living room while they were waiting for an estimate on new windows for their house. I showed my mother the Hartford Courant's review of the film and asked her if she'd ever gotten into the show. I did not expect my father to launch into an anti-SJP diatribe. According to my dad, SJP -- whom he referred to as simply "Jessica Parker," there was no Sarah involved -- looks like a shoe. His exact words: "She's a shoe!" I laughed so hard I was unable to obtain clarification on exactly why she resembles (or is) a shoe.

What kind of shoe? Is it her nose?

We venture to civilization

Here are some of the photos from our trip to Connecticut, Massachusetts, and New York to see friends and family and get some culture. The photo of me & E is at Grand Central Station in NYC; in the bottom photo, I'm pretending to get into a bathtub filled with gumballs at Dylan's Candy Bar. The pastry is a rum cake at Modern Pastry on Franklin Avenue in Hartford, CT (can you believe I ate two of those? not in one sitting) and the righteous pizza is at Modern Apizza on State Street in New Haven. I used to dine there about once a week!