I had a weirdly fun Biology lesson today. We had to pretend to be birds while 'pecking' up seeds to simulate invertebrate herbivore feeding behaviour.

This obviously meant,
no hands.

So while everyone was licking their seeds off the plates, three people had to pretend to be predators and 'kill' us.

I have to say, if I was a bird I'd eat pine nuts, since the sunflower seeds I tried (when someone tried to swap with me) tasted particularly gross. And I only like pumpkin seeds with vanilla on them; I don't think birds can afford to be that fussy.

One hundred days is an artificial judging point, an observation that hasn’t kept political commentators citing it today from judging President Obama’s administration.

My conscience is the greatest factor in how I vote and my opinion of people in office, more than detailed analysis or sophisticated understanding of political science. Government workings remind me of chess, except that people are affected by the moves made.

After 100 days, I trust Obama. The world is a scary place with wars and economic hardships. The President seems to understand that people’s quality of life is important and depends on what he does.

One hundred days is an artificial judging point, an observation that hasn’t kept political commentators citing it today from judging President Obama’s administration.

My conscience is the greatest factor in how I vote and my opinion of people in office, more than detailed analysis or sophisticated understanding of political science. Government workings remind me of chess, except that people are affected by the moves made.

After 100 days, I trust Obama. The world is a scary place with wars and economic hardships. The President seems to understand that people’s quality of life is important and depends on what he does.

One hundred days is an artificial judging point, an observation that hasn’t kept political commentators citing it today from judging President Obama’s administration.

My conscience is the greatest factor in how I vote and my opinion of people in office, more than detailed analysis or sophisticated understanding of political science. Government workings remind me of chess, except that people are affected by the moves made.

After 100 days, I trust Obama. The world is a scary place with wars and economic hardships. The President seems to understand that people’s quality of life is important and depends on what he does.

Fine. Every day when I give him a cigarette, or a dollar (or, gosh, both!), I kind of semi-consciously hope some (great-looking, stylish, falafel-loving) stranger is watching and thinking, “Wow. What a kind girl. I bet that girl is a great person.” And off I walk down Washington with tiny Hermes wings of benevolence and all-around human decency fluttering at my ankles. Hey, world, who cares if I compulsively shoplift, lie to close friends without reason, and hide my steadily-increasing smoking habit from my parents! Here I am sharing my shit with the homeless guy who sits outside my work!