I don't know why I've been thinking about this lately, but I have. And as we all know, that's good enough for Mojo.

Years ago, I had a fun, cushy job in academia, in the AV department of a fairly prestigious college. My job was to order, schedule and show all the AV materials the profs needed for their classes. Back then the majority were in 16mm format (when dinosaurs ruled the earth), which, unlike any of today's formats, really needs to be babysat so the film wouldn't suddenly decide to skip a sprocket and self-destruct. Hence I have watched many, many documentary and feature films in a variety of disciplines--anthropology, foreign languages, sociology, art, psychology, first aid, you name it--as well as all the classic oldies like Akira Kurosawa, Sembène Ousmane, blah blah blah. I mention this not to be utterly pretentious but just as a reminiscence of a really great, swell, fun time in life, where I got paid to hang out with cool, intelligent people and watch movies. Many of them over and over again.  MORE Mojo! »

For those who might suspect that Mojo is the sort of person who dearly loves to dish out complaints without ever tolerating receiving any in return, I offer up this anecdote which happened Sunday morning:

While many people look upon Sunday morning as a time of quiet reflection, a day off when one may rise late and spend an hour or two just waking up, Mojo spent her Sunday morning participating in a wild rodeo-type atmosphere chasing a very angry and determined chipmunk around the house. Courtesy of the cat, who enjoys bringing them into the house totally unharmed and setting them free to appreciate the decor.  MORE Mojo! »