Your humble narrator is a grad student (library science/archives/history/going to be getting Master’s degrees forever), aspiring writer (like everyone else on the Internet), curmudgeon, and, to be honest, a loner.  Most of this blog is dedicated to the lulz, landscapes, Edinburgh, things that keep me from staring into the abyss, and general sarcasm.  If Jane Eyre’s dignity and virtue met Kara Thrace’s ferocity, you would get something, someone, quite a lot like me.

Academics have always been paramount in my life.  I am bookish beyond belief, and completed an honors thesis on gender and Victorian authorship in college.  Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how my commitment to my studies changed my life, and it really did define me.  Most people use college as a time to experiment, be social, learn who they are.  Of course I learned more about myself while in college, but I don’t think I ever really questioned that in the first place.

Some awful and sad and then some merely disappointing things have happened in my life in the past two years, and these have colored my world-view.  I don’t consider myself a “downer”; grief leaves wounds that do not heal.  I am loyal and loving, but not demonstrative, and I do not trust easily.  

I abhor falsehood and weakness of character.  I believe in soul-making.

Nevertheless, I have a sharp tongue and sharper pen.

This crazy lady I used to know, who hurt me and my family very badly, has stalked me in the past, so personal details and photographs are scarcely posted and often deleted.  

I dream of a life that makes sense in my grand narrative, of adventure, of beauty, of places and people that feel like home.