Musical Flashback: Vox

It’s the fall of 1990. I’m a miserable 18-year-old college freshman, home for the weekend, yet again. I’ve made the 1 ½ hour drive from College Station back to Austin as I’ve done pretty much every weekend since school started. I’m despondent at A&M, missing home desperately, completely out of my comfort zone and choking…

Everybody’s workin’ for the weekend.

Except me. Me? I’m counting down to next Friday, the day that decides the entire course of the rest of our entire lives. Or the day that Bill goes for that job interview in Oregon. Take your pick, but if you’re like me, you’re going with the more dramatic version. I have recently realized that…

Feed me. The WHOLE entry.

Alright, kids, let’s talk. Specifically, let’s talk about your feeds. I’m a busy girl with a blog addiction, so I read through Google Reader. That’s just how it is. Now, I admit, I understand that you want me (and your other readers) to come to your blog directly so that you get those page hits…

I started to write…

…my list of five things for which I’m thankful. What came immediately to mind was the Bill of Rights. I thought about making an exception and posting ten positive things, but then I realized that I wanted to delve into some of these things more deeply than I normally would in an aside. But I’m…