About

This blog was ori­gi­nally tit­led Or Something and it resi­ded at the blogs­pot address living­we­llor­not. I was a sopho­more in college at the time and couldn’t decide whether I was living well, or not. That address is now lost to me. The title of the blog was chan­ged to Won­der­land or Not soon after con­cep­tion, due to my life­long love of all things Alice in Won­der­land, and to ful­fill a sec­ret desire to call myself Alice in a quasi public forum.

Here you will find the bad poetry and prose of someone with little talent for poetry or prose, and no desire to be a poet or writer.

The things I write here are the every day lef­to­vers of a tor­tu­red rea­so­na­ble, if at times unrea­so­nably idea­lis­tic, mind. I write of things which give me hea­daches, or cons­ti­pate. Like ever­yone else I write ran­dom pop cul­ture, social and poli­ti­cal com­men­tary, and bad poetry. I write about what con­cerns me, and what makes me laugh. I sel­dom write about myself. I may write about my brother. That this blog some­ti­mes ser­ves a pur­pose, other than cathar­sis, is happenstance.This blog was never meant to have a niche, and never meant to have a pur­pose except as noted above. My life is in the real world. Off line, and off limits.

I’m a full time grad stu­dent in public policy and inter­na­tio­nal affairs, have a B.A Anth­ro­po­logy and a in B.F.A. Pho­to­graphy, and am currently I’m a part time analyst in needs assess­ment for the Com­mis­sion on Women in my county. Please feel free to email me for more information.

I can be found on the streets of in D.C., in the moun­tains of Mary­land, going to school, wor­king, rea­ding, hiking, run­ning, or wishing I was sur­fing or snow­boar­ding. If all else fails you can find me at here. I’ve been here awhile and don’t think I’m going anywhere.

Also at:

Darfur:An Unfor­gi­va­ble Hell on Earth

Com­pul­sions (Inspirations)

Some­ti­mes at Blog Cri­tics, and Tech­no­rati.


I am a dot
(nothing more)
in a sea of dots.
I some­ti­mes touch other dots
some will be moved by the touching
others will not be
that is the best I can do

coo­per


Quod scripsi, scripsi