My name is Arija. It is not pronounced in any of the following ways: uh-REE-jah; uh-RYE-jah; AIR-i-juh; AIR-ee-yuh; uh-RYE-uh. It is not spelled Arjia, Arijia, or Airja. The j is not pronounced like it is in the word “juice” or “j’taime.”
From early 2007 through late 2008, I wrote on the fake electronic paper found here. I also co-curated a website dedicated to cats airing their innermost secrets using poor spelling and grammar here. Now my thoughts on pop anthropology, things I hate, and my ongoing preparations for being a doctor are found right here, where you’re reading right now. How convenient!
Hey, found this blog after a myriad of clicks (…2 or 3, to be exact) after coming across your old super-heroic blog about performative speech acts (you’re in the top 5 searches when you google “speech act wedding,” fyi). Not that that’s particularly important, but just a head’s up that you have one more person reading your blogged thoughts.
…that really wasn’t meant to sound so invasive.