My life, updated, informationized, whether you read it or NOT.

In a few minutes, I'm going compile a list of people to email the link of this blog to. I feel very securely that it's the right thing to do, because I suck at staying in touch with people, but the internets is a great communicative device that doesn't carry too much obligation on either end. So there you have it. I'm having some anxiety about the list of people I'm emailing, because maybe someone out there is going to tell their friend they got an email from me with my blog link, and that friend is going to be like all "omg wtf idk what you're talking about does she hate me?" (all of those acronyms pronounced fully, of course). But I am deciding at this moment to not worry too much and be content with the fact that I am Putting Myself Out There.

So, bookkeeping first: I spent almost the whole summer in Ithaca, NY, adding data and analysis to my former thesis project. That was good and all, but I felt deeply pulled to move away from Ithaca for a while before I thought about loving it properly. I have been bouncing between home and Sister for a month or so, but on Tuesday I am moving to Albuquerque, New Mexico. See older posts (below) for some annoying (read: I'm psyched about it) stuff about that place. I'll be working at a place called the Mind Research Network, where I will be a 9-5 Research Assistant slash fMRI Cowgirl. I'll probably be there for two years, but I will definitely be there at least for one. At this point, I would like to give a shout out to Dr. Geoffrey Miller, for serendipity's sake (and for: thankyouthankyou); I remain amazed that things have worked out so well in terms of how I landed this job. And thanks to Rex Jung for thinking I was worth his while, I'm mad excited, won't let you down :)

Take-home message: I live in the city of Albuquerque, if you are passing through or need any kind of break from the place you are in, VISIT me. We can go chase roadrunners, coyote style (official state bird, hell yes).

Anyway, at the moment I'm chilling on my bed in the house that I grew up in. My geriatric and awesome cat is here, and the fan is on, and I smell like campfire because I spent the evening chilling around one with my Mom and Dad, and with Mr. Vickner (hi, Irene!).

I also feel the need to relate what I consider to be a shocking incident that happened to me this morning. I rolled over in bed and kicked something, and suddenly a voice near my foot was saying, "yo rachael happy twenty-first birthday you old motherf-"--I am not an early riser, and I have rarely bolted upright with that kind of urgency. Story goes, Micah McLaughlin gave me a build-a-bear for my birthday two years ago, and that's what its voicebox said (apparently build-a-bear did not allow swear words to be sold on voice boxes, it literally gets cut off--or, he did it on purpose. Micah, if you ever read this, please weigh in). Anyway, it scared the bejeeeeesiz out of me, but then I was just happy that I had found it (my bed at home is a veritable field of pillows and blankets and stuffed animals that I have collected over the years at college).

Maybe the point of the story is that, here is me and the bear:





(Happy saturday, happy Cornell homecoming... time to binge on my sister's Californication DVDs... also Aaron I hate you for being at the Ryan Adams concert only I don't really hate you I just WISH I WERE THERE...the following is mostly for me, and partially explains the name of the blog, sort of. yeeeah.)




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