P is for...

A purple poodle.

My 6th grade English teacher, Ms. Kopp, showed poodles in dog shows. Often considered the mean or scary teacher, something not helped by a voice made abrasive from years of smoking, she was disliked and/or feared by many students.

Come springtime, I finally mustered the courage to inquire about the mason jars sitting on the edge of her desk filled with colorful shards of homemade candy.

Turns out she brought it in for the students, but no one had ever asked.

Turns out she wasn't really mean.

Spotted in Richmond.

DeTOx, isn't dead.

During my first week of finals, an idea born from an almost forgotten conversation with BWmF on tattoos finally took shape.

Different than what I'd imagined, yet entirely what I'd wanted, it isn't just a logo for my blog, it's a logo for me.

Spending hours with our eyes glued to a 30" iMac screen in Herman B. Wells Library tediously manipulating proportion and dimension of two punctuation marks, at my behest, demands patience and a genuine understanding of how I operate.

I'm fastidious, detail oriented, arbitrarily particular, and absolutely principled. Usually.

Anyway, yo Pops, thanks for the logo.