About

I am Za (I know you know that's not my real name, and that's ok) I'm a 20-something grad student at a well-known university in a certain Midwestern capital but I won't tell you in what because 1, it would be possible to at least make an educated guess as to my identity if the wrong eyes should happen upon my blog and 2, no one would believe me, anyway. I am a petite brunette who never quite grew out of her adolescence geekiness and has an affinity for peppermint hot chocolate, theater, thrift-store shopping. I have seen every episode of Seinfeld at least a gazillion times and I never, ever pay full price for anything.

I am married to a man I'll call the mr., a 20-something import from South America who likes cars, airplanes and poetry, writes a mean sonnet and makes one hell of a meat dumpling. We disagree on virtually everything and no one can quite understand why we even went out on a second date, let alone got married. I am ambivalent about my marriage and don't really feel like talking about it. But just on a side note, the mr's initials happen to be M.F. So if I use that acronym to refer to him from time to time, you'll know that's the reason. Right.

In November 2006 we welcomed a wonderful little surprise who I'll call Mimsy. Mimsy is quite elflike, both in appearance and demeanor. However, I do believe she is also part monkey and part rodent. She enjoys eating blueberries, cuddling stuffed animals, imitating doggies and kitties, saying "mama" and "duck" and analyzing small bits of lint. She is the love of my life and although sometimes I grow a bit tired of her incessant whining, I will not sell her. Ever. So don't ask.

Together, we live in a tiny, tiny apartment full of books, random junk that we got for free, and Mimsy's stuffed animals companions. mr. redbench works full time and goes to school full-time. I teach college students a language that they'll probably never use and unlike them, I actually use that language every day in my readings and writings. Mimsy's job is to be cute, and that she does.

So, now you know what it's like to be me. What's it like to be you?