To make an omelette, you need not only those broken eggs but someone 'oppressed' to break them.

During lunch I read this article by Caitlin Flanigan and I highly recommend it, once you get past the first section. For some reason the opening of this article didn't thrill me, but interest in the topic pushed me forward.


( unrelated: my weekly horoscope )

If at one time you could look into my mind, when I close my eyes and remember them times

Half of the office was gone from the beginning, then another third left shortly after lunch.

So I'm leaving to take advantage of that daylight savings and I'm booty-calling my bike. To Chicago commuter, I'll be the wobbly one with a white helmet and red bike, trying not to fall over at intersection because of the toe cages. And if I get killed, to every one out there, I love you all.

I'm having flashbacks to childhood -- rushing home to ride bikes before it gets dark and I have to eat dinner and do homework. I even have milk and cookies at home for an afterschool snack to complete the experience.