me and dr. jones?

People who tell me that being extremely smart is a matter of working really, really hard are sort of right. That is, I’m sure that’s how they got that way. Some of us were born with it, sugar, and figured out what to do with it as we grew up.

Answers to Nicolas Cole’s assertions below the jump, but prior to that, I want to sum up my entire blog entry in Slate user dimandja’s comment on the article — “Reading heaps of books, trolling smart people, memorizing tidbits, will not make you smart. But, striving to make sense of the little knowledge you have will make you look like a genius . . . Look at Dr Ben Carson, Rubio, Jindal, et al. All learned people, all smart as a doorknob.”

and i know where i’ve been

Someday you will be able to cry and be healed.

I’m certain I’m misquoting, yet it’s true. On the first night of October, with the temperature dropping and my winter aches beginning to come on, I had a good ugly cry and it was beautiful.

I said “I miss being people… Just remind me once in a while that I’m people.”

all about that brace

Lo these many years ago (all right, sometime in the early oughties), I bought a bodice at the Sterling Renaissance Faire.

It was, and is, a serviceable piece. It isn’t very period, especially considering I wear it over, not under, my clothes, but my silhouette does flatten appropriately when I wear it. I never learned to spiral-lace; someday I’ll find the right YouTube tutorial.

Today is not that day. Today is a chilly autumn day, not even 50 degrees F outside, and my whole body knows it. Thus, today is the day I test this wonderful non-period bodice as a mid-back brace.

“But, Mari! Why don’t you get an actual brace? Surely one could be prescribed.”

HAH.