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For some time now I’ve been trying to find a viola teacher – going through music stores, the Austin Lyric Opera and finally resorting to Craig’s List. Part of the problem has been that I’m difficult. Every high school student who plays an instrument is convinced they’re ready to teach and while that’s great, I…

Remember when you were younger how grown-ups had to occasionally remind you, “if you can’t say something nice…” And they reminded you because you just threw-up socially with your uncomfortable little bout of Tourette’s or you spoke “the thought bubble” – the one you’re supposed to keep under wraps in polite company. Then, one sad…

I really like the idea of reincarnation – the notion that maybe in a past life I was somehow cooler, played a minor role in history, or have always been around the same people over-and-over again (the ones I like, not those “other” ones) – that maybe my friend Jonathan was once my twin sister…

Something bad happened in the state of Texas as things do every moment of every day in some part of the world. And it may have happened because the people involved made poor decisions, had a mental imbalance, or were quite simply “bad” people. I was drawn to the story in part because the article…

It’s every geek’s dream to reach newer, better, higher levels of Geekdom – whether you’re the recognized national best Donkey Kong player or the humble owner of the local Dragon’s Lair (shameless plug for our favorite gaming store) – through the right geek colored glasses you are held in awe. Today, I salute my friend…

… I want a video of Anna rocking out on Guitar Hero on her Wii. I don’t care who gives it to me.

Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

Yeah, we’ve covered it before – I was born on Christmas… the day. (Why people always follow my announcement of being born on Christmas with the question “the day?” still baffles me “no, I mean “Christmas” the themepark ride; it was uncomfortable and the family doesn’t like to talk about it much”. And, I’ll say…

I think every kid has a fantasy that they’re really adopted. They look into their family’s faces one day and find more resemblance to the neighbor’s cat. I know when I’d be particularly irritated at Mom, I’d question Dad “I’m really the milk woman’s daughter, aren’t I? I can take it; Dad I just need…

I’ll probably never be the poster girl for the feminist movement. I still use “his” or “he” in a sentence instead of “hers” or “theirs” or “its” – not that I mind those; it’s just my personal preference. And I shudder when I see combos like “his/hers” or someone tries to mix them all in:…