On Friday, I was walking past the stairs up to our second floor. I looked up and saw my elder daughter sitting on the landing. Next to her sat the cat's food bowl.
 "I only ate on piece!" she said.
I raised an eyebrow. "You ate catfood?"
There was a long pause. "...no."
I put my hands on my hips. "Did it taste yucky?"
"Yes."
 So that's pretty much my life these days.

You may notice I've changed things around in here. I've screened my previous entries for now; most of them will be eventually reposted. But it was time for a re-evaluation. After all, since the last time I posted I have:

• Gotten my PhD
• Gone on the job market in my field
• Had a handful of interviews for some very nice jobs that nevertheless went to other people
• Felt massively relieved when those jobs went to other people
• Realized that was a sign and gave up on the idea of Academia as a career, at least in the traditional sense
• Been diagnosed with autoimmune issues
• Been through a challenging pregnancy that ended up with the birth of Punk #2

I think it's safe to say I'm in a different place now, so it was time for a makeover. I also wanted to write in a more concrete way about activism, chronic illness, and parenting, so it felt like time to come back here and start it up again. I hope you'll join me.