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Hello Again!

So many weeks with no posting!  Schoolwork has heated up bigtime, and now that I am in my first finals-season crunch, I naturally must write a blog post.

The weather has been SPECTACULAR lately.  Mid 70s for the past 4 days and this afternoon it climbed up to 83!  I put on my Pepperdine hat and headed to the beach with my Rossetti text and read my poems for class tomorrow while lying on a blanket.  It wasn't Broad Beach but it really wasn't too bad, and now I have a funny little tanline on my leg to remember the occasion.

Easter deserves a proud mention here.  Celebrating Easter at a Divinity School is just about as fun as I can imagine Easter ever being.  Yale Divinity School has an extraordinarily diverse student population, but the one common thread is that almost everyone thinks Easter is the best day of the year.  I went to a 3 hour Easter vigil at St. Mary's on Saturday night in which a friend became Catholic, then on Sunday I helped my friend Anthony cook dinner for 17 people before church, then went to church, then to a post-church dessert luncheon with all my friends who were breaking Lenten fasts, then to an early dinner at a non-Yale friend's house, then to dinner #2 at the home of one of my professors and his lovely wife that began with an indoor easter egg hunt and ended with a viewing of Harry Potter 6 (we have gone through all of the HP movies in order this semester).  I've never had such an action-packed Easter, and at every single event I was so touched by the care taken to ensure that the celebration was as joyous as could be.

After the Easter feasting, I've made a firm commitment to go back to my no-sugar, nothing-processed, 100% whole food vegan diet.  It's amazing how even the teeniest departure from this diet makes my head hurt and makes me depressed.  It takes about one cupcake to throw me into a spiral of wondering why I was born.  I took a trip to Whole Foods tonight while they were demoing oil-free cooking.  Apparently you don't really need to use oil in any roasting or frying - just a little bit of water will do the trick.  Especially if you're using a non-stick pan.  I had a mighty portion of chick peas and spicy cauliflower and sauteed spinach and kale.  I feel fantastic and am trying to remember why I don't stick with this all the time.

Alright, alright - back to preparing for my presentation about DG Rossetti's poem "Jenny" and some of the other "fallen women" poems.  11:30 tomorrow.  Wish me luck!


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