I feel naked

like someone can read my innermost thoughts and feelings, perhaps more aware of my own motives that I am. How is this possible? Apparently all white people (like me) follow a predictable pattern of behavior. We like the same things and hate the same things, and we have the same hypocritical contradictions. I find it funny, disturbing, and demoralizing all at once.
Please to enjoy: Stuff White People Like
The more I read, the more I find that I am apparently just like everyone else (who is white).

Home!

Aside from a few weekend trips up north, I am through traveling for the summer. It has been realy disorienting to be away for nearly the entire month of June. My summer vacation is 1/3 over and I have done a lot, but it doesn't feel that way. It has been cool seeing how much my garden has changed every time I come home. I think I have about 60 tomatoes out there (although some are grape tomatoes), now I have some peppers growing, and the shallots are getting massive.
My week in Florida was pretty awesome. I spent the time studying Zora Neale Hurston, FL native and Harlem Renaissance author. I am excited to teach Hurston now because I have so many new ideas about how to approach her work. The conference was in Winter Park, a posh suburb of Orlando, on the campus of Rollins College, a small liberal-arts school. The campus was absolutely beautiful. I'll post some pictures soon.
I also have to share this, since I found it recently linked on Vita.mn. Many of you probably know that I worked at Circus Pizza in high school-- a Chuck E. Cheese type place. We had these robots that performed in the dining room, and now someone has programmed them to play recent hit songs. Totally hilarious.