Triticum Turgidum

Lying Dormant and Waiting to Bloom Since 2005

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Location: The Prairie, Illinois, United States

I am a beauty-loving ambidextrous higher-order primate who learned transcendental meditation at 7, statistical analysis at 23, tap dancing at 30, and piano at 35. I tolerate gluten, lactose, and differences of opinion, but not abuse. Or beets.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007


Q: What do you call the buttons on those floor cushions?

A: Pillow nipples, according to my 20-month-old.

I will never look at home d├ęcor the same way again.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Fall's Here!

Finally, I get to pull out the baby leg warmers again and dress my child like... well, if not the village idiot, the village eccentric. Yippee! That look of forbearance will be on my face in a year or two when she insists on one blue sock and one orange, and I have to start choosing my battles to avoid losing my sanity. So until then: bring on the pointless but darling cold-weather baby accessories! Yippee!

Monday, October 01, 2007

This About Sums It Up

I love this image, discovered on a t-shirt at

The question exemplified by this image drives my research and much of my thought about the development of self within a social context: Why do we aim to be something other than what/who we are? And something fictional, no less--like, for instance, the "ideal" female body, which is essentially a freakish chimera formed of cantaloupe breasts grafted onto a 10-year-old boy's lithe, hipless frame.

In short, why can't rhinos just be rhinos?