I'm trying to be nice.
I'm tired. It's been a long week (with the only real sunshine being the visiting lecturer to a colleague's film study class).
Now, my blog has changed...and it may change again.
See if you can find those changes.
Imagine you get a letter. After a long time, a person contacts you out of the blue and asks for a favor...a large favor. One that requires you to make three and a half hours worth of changes.
Essentially, this person needed me to do something for them, and I had no choice but to capitulate and do the deed.
Am I happy about it? No.
Do I like the way it was presented to me? No.
Would I like a favor back? Yes, but will I get it? No.
The key to life is being able to adapt. No adapting, you die.
I'm trying to adapt.
And yes, I meant what I wrote yesterday: I do read those blogs (and more) daily. Reading is the greatest way to expand your mind.
That's all I got tonight. I really don't want to go to court.
Until tomorrow,
namaste.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Fun with Lists (Part Five) 2/15/06
It's spirit week at my school. Woohoo....
Don't get me wrong, it's great and all. The students get really into it, but...well, I lose class time for a pep fest, for showcase, and more. It's annoying. I may have to move a test now.
I'm not whining. There were some great moments today. I love the crew I'm working with on West Side Story. They're predominantly freshman and super excited. I told them we would be painting and building next week, and they FLIPPED with joy. It's kind of cool to see. I still hate the show, but that's neither here nor there.
Today, instead of a story or ramblings, I present another fun list about me. You know they make you laugh/think/cringe/insert verb here.
Enjoy.
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Four jobs I've had:
1. Teacher
2. Document clerk/paralegal
3. Electrician/props master/stage manager
4. Movie theater usher (that was an interesting time).
Five movies I can watch over and over again:
I have to choose only five?
1. Blade Runner
2. Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star (I can't believe I'm admitting that).
3. Defending Your Life
4. Memento
5. (My list, I can add one more): Emperor's New Groove (I like a kid's movie...get over it).
Four places I've lived:
1. Minnesota (Robbinsdale and Brooklyn Center)
2. St. Louis, Missouri
3. Michigan (Bloomfield Hills and Monroe)
4. Connecticut/ New York
Four TV shows I love:
1. Arrested Development (Possibly the greatest show ever.)
2. Batman, the Animated Series (I really loved that cartoon.)
3. 24
4. Scrubs (though I also love the Office.)
Four places I've vacationed:
1. Heiligendamm and other parts, Germany
2. Sonoma and San Francisco, California
3. London, England
4. St. Lucia
Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Swiss Chicken with Rice Pilaf and Broccoli
2. Filet of Sole with Lemon Butter and Carrots
3. The Fries at Cafe Lurcat
4. Maple Mustard BBQ Pork Chops with Butternut Squash
Four sites I visit daily:
1. Admin Worm
2. DeRusha
3. Michele
4. Margaret
(5. Avocado, MN Speak, IMDB)
Four books I've read and loved:
1. Carter Beats the Devil by Glen David Gold
2. The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
3. Animal Farm by George Orwell
4. The Inferno by Dante Alighieri (I like strange books, I know. It's hard to limit to four, folks.)
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. The Great Barrier Reef, Australia
2. St. Lucia
3. New York
4. Wherever my wife is.
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There you go, folks. Enjoy. Thanks to Miss Cado for the idea.
Have a good night folks.
Until tomorrow,
namaste.
Oh, and watch out people, tomorrow is Thursday...and Steve has given me some great ideas for what to with certain readers.
Don't get me wrong, it's great and all. The students get really into it, but...well, I lose class time for a pep fest, for showcase, and more. It's annoying. I may have to move a test now.
I'm not whining. There were some great moments today. I love the crew I'm working with on West Side Story. They're predominantly freshman and super excited. I told them we would be painting and building next week, and they FLIPPED with joy. It's kind of cool to see. I still hate the show, but that's neither here nor there.
Today, instead of a story or ramblings, I present another fun list about me. You know they make you laugh/think/cringe/insert verb here.
Enjoy.
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Four jobs I've had:
1. Teacher
2. Document clerk/paralegal
3. Electrician/props master/stage manager
4. Movie theater usher (that was an interesting time).
Five movies I can watch over and over again:
I have to choose only five?
1. Blade Runner
2. Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star (I can't believe I'm admitting that).
3. Defending Your Life
4. Memento
5. (My list, I can add one more): Emperor's New Groove (I like a kid's movie...get over it).
Four places I've lived:
1. Minnesota (Robbinsdale and Brooklyn Center)
2. St. Louis, Missouri
3. Michigan (Bloomfield Hills and Monroe)
4. Connecticut/ New York
Four TV shows I love:
1. Arrested Development (Possibly the greatest show ever.)
2. Batman, the Animated Series (I really loved that cartoon.)
3. 24
4. Scrubs (though I also love the Office.)
Four places I've vacationed:
1. Heiligendamm and other parts, Germany
2. Sonoma and San Francisco, California
3. London, England
4. St. Lucia
Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Swiss Chicken with Rice Pilaf and Broccoli
2. Filet of Sole with Lemon Butter and Carrots
3. The Fries at Cafe Lurcat
4. Maple Mustard BBQ Pork Chops with Butternut Squash
Four sites I visit daily:
1. Admin Worm
2. DeRusha
3. Michele
4. Margaret
(5. Avocado, MN Speak, IMDB)
Four books I've read and loved:
1. Carter Beats the Devil by Glen David Gold
2. The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
3. Animal Farm by George Orwell
4. The Inferno by Dante Alighieri (I like strange books, I know. It's hard to limit to four, folks.)
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. The Great Barrier Reef, Australia
2. St. Lucia
3. New York
4. Wherever my wife is.
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There you go, folks. Enjoy. Thanks to Miss Cado for the idea.
Have a good night folks.
Until tomorrow,
namaste.
Oh, and watch out people, tomorrow is Thursday...and Steve has given me some great ideas for what to with certain readers.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Valentine's Day Pass
Well, boys and girls, it's Valentine's Day.
It's the day when boys and girls fret over whether or not they got chocolate...or flowers...or whatever.
Why does it have to be only one day a year? I'm not bitter, folks, I just don't like how much the day has become commercialized. The price of a bouquet of roses goes up by almost 40% this time of year. Sure, it's supply and demand, but it's kind of frustrating.
My wife and I made a deal this year: We wouldn't get anything for each other, and we wouldn't do anything. Why? We're both very busy. I'm not even sure when she's getting home tonight.
Did I listen? No. Now I was unable to sneak flowers into her office like previous years, but I did get her a gift: an 80 minute massage at Litespa. (Am I afraid she's going to see this? No. She doesn't read the ole blog.) She needs it, so it becomes a great gift. Did I buy chocolates or flowers? No.
And yet, my students are convinced I am bitter. Why? Well I didn't wear red today (I wore brown. It's what was clean), I didn't give out any valentines (Are teachers supposed to do that?), and I made fun of a simile given to one of the students (It read: "Your eyes are like chocolate. I want to dive in and eat them." That would be cannibalism, boys and girls).
So, I'm done for the day. I have a test to write and sets to design....Oh and I'm still waiting for Steve to send me some pictures....I'm going to burn for that one.
May you have a fantastic Valentine's Day regardless of your marital or dating status.
Namaste.
It's the day when boys and girls fret over whether or not they got chocolate...or flowers...or whatever.
Why does it have to be only one day a year? I'm not bitter, folks, I just don't like how much the day has become commercialized. The price of a bouquet of roses goes up by almost 40% this time of year. Sure, it's supply and demand, but it's kind of frustrating.
My wife and I made a deal this year: We wouldn't get anything for each other, and we wouldn't do anything. Why? We're both very busy. I'm not even sure when she's getting home tonight.
Did I listen? No. Now I was unable to sneak flowers into her office like previous years, but I did get her a gift: an 80 minute massage at Litespa. (Am I afraid she's going to see this? No. She doesn't read the ole blog.) She needs it, so it becomes a great gift. Did I buy chocolates or flowers? No.
And yet, my students are convinced I am bitter. Why? Well I didn't wear red today (I wore brown. It's what was clean), I didn't give out any valentines (Are teachers supposed to do that?), and I made fun of a simile given to one of the students (It read: "Your eyes are like chocolate. I want to dive in and eat them." That would be cannibalism, boys and girls).
So, I'm done for the day. I have a test to write and sets to design....Oh and I'm still waiting for Steve to send me some pictures....I'm going to burn for that one.
May you have a fantastic Valentine's Day regardless of your marital or dating status.
Namaste.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Mail Mondays (02/13/06)
Ah, the night before Valentine's Day. I once read, and I have no idea if it's true, that VD is the third largest time of suicide in America (after Christmas and Thanksgiving). What a strange tidbit. Well, that's just how things go I guess. I'm tired. Very tired. My classes are tough this semester. I'll get there, but it's tough.
I've been getting many people looking for the backwards Jingle Bells deal I posted a while ago. (It's here if you must see it.)
Let's get to the mail:
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Most of it was strange this week.
Leab,
What's with ripping on your fellow bloggers?
Was it really for "links to your blog" like DeRusha said?
That's not cool.
A Fellow Blogger
AFB,
No, no, no, NO! It was NOT to get more links or traffic or whatever. I think DeRusha was kidding (you were, right Jason?), but I'm not sure. Look. They say that press of any kind is good, right? Well, I just sort of...slandered the people I read the most (though I neglected a few people in order to use them in round 2....Yes, Virginia, I am a bastard).
Did Sopheava respond? Sure, she even had a post about it. Did DeRusha say something? Sure. Did Girl Friday say anything? No. Why? Well, probably because she didn't see it. And if she did...uh...I'm not funny.
Look, I did it because I figured they could take a joke (they can) and it would be funny (I guess it was...I don't know. I have a hard time deciding if I'm funny. Long story).
If you laughed, sweet. If not, sorry.
That being said: Steve. If you ever read this. I need another...good picture of Margaret.
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Leab,
What's the story with the "giant pain of driving home" on Thursday?
You tease...but don't deliver.
COME ON!!!!
EF
EF,
Wow. A little passionate.
Ok, so, as you know, it snowed on Thursday. I left the school I work at in St. Paul a little after 2:30. Usually, it only takes about 30 minutes to get home (traffic, stop lights, and such). It took me over an hour. People seemed unable to deal with snow on the roads. OOOOOHHH, let's drive 10 miles per hour in between two lanes because we have no freaking clue what a lane could be. Do we suddenly forget HOW to drive because we can only see the lane lines twenty feet instead of every foot? Sigh.
To the point.
As I drove up Hwy 100, I was passed by a brand new red Ford Mustang doing at least 65 (I was going 55 due to the snow and the guy in front of me). Right as the car passed the guy in front of me, he swerved and spun out. As the car traveled across three lanes, everyone panicked (except me...I'm a freak). The Mustang finished its spin right into the side wall. Too bad, because it was pretty. Anyway. About ten minutes pass. I'm still on 100 (again, people in front of me can't find the lane) when I hear that familiar purr. The Mustang, now dented in the front, shoots by me AGAIN. That's right, the guy driving hasn't learned his lesson the first time. He shoots by me and is unprepared for a car to switch lanes. He hits his brakes...and spins out again, but this time it's in the middle of the highway. The car in front of me slammed into the Mustang and gave it a second dent. I managed to slow down and move lanes without a problem (that's what happens when you don't drive like a maniac).
It's amazing to me that some people just cannot and will not learn after the first mistake. It's like touching a hot stove. Oww, that's hot. Hmm. I'll touch it again to make sure.
Que idioto.
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That'll be it for tonight. I'm tired, and I have a lot left to do.
Until tomorrow,
namaste.
I've been getting many people looking for the backwards Jingle Bells deal I posted a while ago. (It's here if you must see it.)
Let's get to the mail:
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Most of it was strange this week.
Leab,
What's with ripping on your fellow bloggers?
Was it really for "links to your blog" like DeRusha said?
That's not cool.
A Fellow Blogger
AFB,
No, no, no, NO! It was NOT to get more links or traffic or whatever. I think DeRusha was kidding (you were, right Jason?), but I'm not sure. Look. They say that press of any kind is good, right? Well, I just sort of...slandered the people I read the most (though I neglected a few people in order to use them in round 2....Yes, Virginia, I am a bastard).
Did Sopheava respond? Sure, she even had a post about it. Did DeRusha say something? Sure. Did Girl Friday say anything? No. Why? Well, probably because she didn't see it. And if she did...uh...I'm not funny.
Look, I did it because I figured they could take a joke (they can) and it would be funny (I guess it was...I don't know. I have a hard time deciding if I'm funny. Long story).
If you laughed, sweet. If not, sorry.
That being said: Steve. If you ever read this. I need another...good picture of Margaret.
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Leab,
What's the story with the "giant pain of driving home" on Thursday?
You tease...but don't deliver.
COME ON!!!!
EF
EF,
Wow. A little passionate.
Ok, so, as you know, it snowed on Thursday. I left the school I work at in St. Paul a little after 2:30. Usually, it only takes about 30 minutes to get home (traffic, stop lights, and such). It took me over an hour. People seemed unable to deal with snow on the roads. OOOOOHHH, let's drive 10 miles per hour in between two lanes because we have no freaking clue what a lane could be. Do we suddenly forget HOW to drive because we can only see the lane lines twenty feet instead of every foot? Sigh.
To the point.
As I drove up Hwy 100, I was passed by a brand new red Ford Mustang doing at least 65 (I was going 55 due to the snow and the guy in front of me). Right as the car passed the guy in front of me, he swerved and spun out. As the car traveled across three lanes, everyone panicked (except me...I'm a freak). The Mustang finished its spin right into the side wall. Too bad, because it was pretty. Anyway. About ten minutes pass. I'm still on 100 (again, people in front of me can't find the lane) when I hear that familiar purr. The Mustang, now dented in the front, shoots by me AGAIN. That's right, the guy driving hasn't learned his lesson the first time. He shoots by me and is unprepared for a car to switch lanes. He hits his brakes...and spins out again, but this time it's in the middle of the highway. The car in front of me slammed into the Mustang and gave it a second dent. I managed to slow down and move lanes without a problem (that's what happens when you don't drive like a maniac).
It's amazing to me that some people just cannot and will not learn after the first mistake. It's like touching a hot stove. Oww, that's hot. Hmm. I'll touch it again to make sure.
Que idioto.
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That'll be it for tonight. I'm tired, and I have a lot left to do.
Until tomorrow,
namaste.
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