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Today is the first day of Spring. I was doubtful when I rolled out of bed this morning since it was rather blustery outside — spitting rain and cold, pinchy winds. But by the time I got home from work at 4pm, it was sunny and 76 and I gained a renewed trust in my Paul Klee wall calendar.

I’ve been reciting this to myself since then. It was etched into my memory decades ago. Now I share with you.


She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:

Winter is dead.



Not only is spring trying to get springing, it is also the time I wait for all year ’round: Girl Scout Cookie Season!

I’ve been hounding most of my local acquaintances for the last week or two, trying to figure out where I could find GS Cookies for sale. This was an exercise in frustration, as every time I got a positive sighting, by the time I scurried over to the reported location, the cookies were gone.  I had just about given up when lo and behold, I stumbled across a table on campus today. Hoorah!

I got so over-excited that in addition to the mandatory Tagalongs and the Samoas, I panicked and got a box of DoSiDos. WTF? I don’t even like peanut butter. I’ll tolerate it if I can eat chocolate too, but a PB sandwich is NOT a delicious cookie to me.

Oh well. This just means I’ll gobble them up first.

Recently we had an interesting reference question at work regarding cognitive dissonance and shoppers — it’s complicated, but essentially addresses the two conflicting feelings a recent purchase can cause, sort of like buyer’s remorse, making a shopper hesitant to buy the product again. Marketers spend lots of money and effort trying to make sure this won’t happen, obviously.

I recently got a haircut with magic bangs. (They are magical because they have the ability to disappear completely. I was slightly embarrassed when I asked for the bangs, loudly declaring, “Can you bang my hair, please?” I was appropriately mortified when I realized the double meaning of my request. ) I love them. I sorta thought I’d like them when I asked for them, but as the stylist was cutting my hair, he kept saying little things like “Sweet!” and “Rock and Roll!” under his breath. Seems this guy knows a bit about cognitive dissonance because with every little comment I got more and more excited about my magical bangs, especially when he said “This is the best idea ever!” Geez, dude. There is such thing as overselling it. But frankly, I ate it up with a spoon and bounced out of there like a be-banged rock star.

Cat Proximity

Once again from delightful xkcd.

Man. That drawing of the cat is really almost too much to bear. I’ve been looking at it for 15 minutes and it still is making my giggle aloud.

Today I went to the dentist. Nobody likes going to the dentist. Everyone knows that nobody likes going to the dentist. I suppose there are some people out there who say they don’t mind going, but even they must resent having to pay all sorts of money and take time out of their lives for dentistry. The reasons why people don’t like it are kinda universal: People don’t like pain. People don’t like others mucking about in their mouths with metal scrapey things. People don’t like powdery toothpaste. People don’t like spitting into tiny vacuums. People don’t like looking silly in a bib.

My trip today was full of dental delights, as what was supposed to be a simple filling turned into a sudden crown. TA-DA! It wasn’t so bad at first, though the appointment did run a tad long. You know it’s been a while in the chair when they allow you a bathroom break in the middle while they work on some stuff. I guess it took longer than suspected because after a few booster shots of Novocaine, I started to feel their work. And when I say feel, I mean FEEL. I am not a violent person (though a seventh-grade version of my sister might disagree) , but at one point I reflexively balled my fist and threw it toward the assistant. I didn’t hit her or anything, but it did make her notice that I had tears on my face and gave a very heartfelt “Oh Honey!” that made me feel little better. They kinda got on it then and finished up quickly and sent me on my way. And as a bonus they filled another cavity while they were in there and I didn’t even notice. Overall it wasn’t the worst trip to the dentist I’ve ever had (seriously, I’ve had some doozies) and they were pretty nice about everything, considering I almost punched someone.

How the time does fly. Two weeks is a long time to neglect The Gurgle.

As many of you know, this semester has been swallowing me whole, and this last week was the very worst of it. Now it is thankfully over and I will begin fighting my way out of the belly of the beast, Jonah-style. Or is it Pinocchio? He was inside of a whale too, right? Maybe I’m thinking of Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother in the belly of the wolf? You all know what I mean — just imagine the end of MIB where Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones explode out of the giant…bug? maybe?… and then gooey bits flying everywhere and then picture me, emerging victorious, all soppy and happily relieved and tired and gross with bits of semester entrails all over me. I’m not sure what semester entrails will look like. I’ll leave that to your fruitful imaginations.

Bits of child development articles and book display signage with little pieces of storytelling gloop hanging off the ends, maybe?