1/30/2008
SO glad I didn't go to high school with boys
One relatively non-instruction-related thing I've been keeping an eye on is this student of mine, let's call him LoverBoy, constantly macking on another one of my students. I'd give him a 7 on a suave-scale of 1-10, with 10 being James Bond.
Anyway, whom did I see after school yesterday with his hands in the hoodie front pocket of SomeoneElse with whom he was sharing a set of iPod headphones? You know it was LoverBoy.
1/27/2008
food stuffs
On my last trip to the grocery store, I engaged in no less than three super-cheery conversations with strangers; one was about produce, one was about the difference between grape juice and grape drink, and one was about shopping carts. Brief as those conversations were, I wonder why they were all so... peppy? Maybe it's me, since I was a control factor in the unintentional study, but I wouldn't generally consider myself to be a person of such spunk.
Or maybe I could be a geographer and look at where grocery stores are located in relation to various neighborhoods. Last summer we observed that the grocery stores in several of the low-income neighborhoods we we worked in were actually just a few food racks in gas stations. All the Doritos you can handle, but not an apple in sight. What's up with that, huh.
Anyway, I think I could be happy spending my life writing books with cheesy titles that capitalize on cliche grocery store stuff like "clean up on aisle nine" and "SPAM" and "B.O.B."
Unrelated, but um, oh hey sweet endorsement from Caroline Kennedy: NYT: A President Like My Father
1/24/2008
Days of Existence update
Dad, not to be outdone by Mom in the Hilarious Department, sent me this message this morning. My brother Conor (CRD) and I (ECD -- Dad only deals in initials. First names are passé, I guess.) have some Big Days coming up in 2008! If you're interested in getting an exact number for Days of Existence (DOE) of our family, or if you'd like to see a matrix detailing the Differences in Days Old among us, I can gladly make the Excel spreadsheet available to you.
1/23/2008
"Well, it's been building up inside of me for, oh, I don't know hooow long!"
It's quite possible that I'm just a sucker for make-out scenes enhanced by The Beach Boys.
1/22/2008
Blog for Choice Day 2008
The Simpsons poll closes
I do wish that I could say that I'm too mature to think, "I'm a stupid moron with an ugly face and a big butt and my butt smells and, uh... I like to kiss my own butt," is funny. But I'm not. Gets me every time.
Mom, see what you did to me? If you would have let me get it out of my system in the '90s I'd be so over this.
1/21/2008
1/20/2008
1/19/2008
I'm hungry.
I had a great afternoon though. UC Books to Prisoners collects books from the community and then uses the stash they've amassed to fill requests that prisoners in Illinois send to them via letters. Usually when I find myself surrounded by books I completely lose the run of myself and become this greedy book monster. None of that today. It was fun to put together packages, especially for people who have the same taste in books as me. (I'm self-involved like that.) I sent one guy Invisible Man, The Street Lawyer, and Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria? and some stupid mystery novel with a tacky cover... Whatever, man. If that's what you want. (I judge books by their cover.)
Pretty nice little Saturday.
1/16/2008
From now on, this blog is going to be all business. I mean it.
I think I need a weekly series on this blog. Something to give a little structure to these ramblings. A little discipline, or something.
So, loyal readers (Hi Mom!), any ideas?
1/15/2008
s/he with a teaspoon of offensive
1/14/2008
I'm addicted to stress.
1/12/2008
crazy liberals...
Oddly enough, Benen mostly insists, No, he's not! He's Christian! And he does!
Um, so what if he was Muslim? One of the commenters borrows from Seinfield to remind readers, "Not that there's anything wrong with that."
My favorite commenter though, before s/he digresses into a borderline kids-these-days-suck rant, writes
"I don’t understand why human beings are so ritualistic and ceremonial. I’ve got a codicil in my will that says I won’t attend my own funeral because I can’t stand ceremonies.Form over substance, every time, it seems. Even with religion. As if you could fool this god that nearly everyone believes in by praying out loud and talking a good game and browning him up.
I stopped saying the Pledge when I was seventeen. Aside from objecting to compulsory and public attestations of loyalty and faith, I found the first phrase, “I pledge allegiance to the FLAG,” to be ridiculous. Why would anyone pledge allegiance to a symbol? And the “under God” thing I found to be abhorrent, and unconstitutional. But as a matter of courtesy, I stand when it’s repeated at public events.
As for the national anthem, I also stand out of respect for others, but don’t place my hand over my heart, and I don’t sing, partly because I can’t sing, and partly because I can’t stand this thing - I’ve heard it a billion times in my 66 years. Enough is enough.
I just don’t understand why this empty symbolism is so important to so many people."
I'm not going to my funeral either! Fuck that.
Eff teaching!
19. Is the applicant in good health and good physical shape? (The job
requires a lot of cliff-climbing, long hikes, squeezing through tight
barbed wire fences, fording rivers, and rapid chasing of monkeys over
rough terrain.)
20. Do you think that the applicant is excessively macho? Is s/he likely
to be applying for this position primarily to have swashbuckling adventure
stories to tell back home, or because of a genuine intellectual
fascination for the evolution of social behavior?
Um, this sounds like the coolest job ever. Unfortunately, I'm probably not qualified due to my desire for swashbuckling adventure stories. Seriously, who doesn't crave swashbuckling adventure stories?
1/11/2008
"Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears."
I thought I hated PlayStation and all video games (not for some problem I have with what video games may or may not be doing to the kiddies, but because I think they're boring.) But SingStar rules. I'm so glad my eight-year-old cousin got it for Christmas so that I could play with it. I wish I had the video of Sinéad and I singing this, but these Italians are doing a pretty good job, no? Here's us:
I had a blast in Dublin, and am now back to beautiful Evergreen Park, Illinois. Tomorrow: Urbana!
1/08/2008
coffee and a bocadillo in BCN
Right now I’m listening to some off-duty flight-attendants complaining with vitriol about passengers who ask, “Is this [peanuts and a mini can of pop] all we’re getting?” Their unanimous off-duty response: “Ummm... yeah.”
1/07/2008
funniest thing ever
Last night we enjoyed some delicious fried fish for dinner. The idea was that we'd eat it while sitting on the curb outside the bar so that we could peek in at the football game on la tele. We figured that the dirty looks we got from several passersby had something to do with the ketchup we were using on our fish. Looking back, it was probably the steaming pile of dog shit within two feet of our makeshift dining room that they were judging.
1/06/2008
1/05/2008
charming
me: "eh.. Poquito!"
GIB: "Tu amiga, la Chinita, es la mujer de mis sueños."
me: "ah Sí, ella es muy guapa, no?"
GIB: "In dee next life, she will be mine."
me: "Sí, claro."
GIB: "Solo, eh, fucking. ¿Has visto Spanish cock?"
me: "Cassie! Come here, you gotta hear this..."
GIB: "I shock pussy! I shock pussy!"
1/04/2008
Seville does not rhyme with Cruella de Vil.
Anyway, two reasons why an evening with Vicki was better:
1. The Estufa
It's this awesome heating device that sits underneath the table. You put a heavy tablecloth over the table, and then put your legs under the tablecloth while you chillax, as is shown above. Very warm, and an excuse to all sit around the table together. Love it.
2. Vicki said something along the lines of, "You know how when you die, on your grave it says, for example, "Ellen 1986-3081"? Well, that dash represents your life." Whoa.
1/03/2008
I'm so happy I'm almost crying.
1/02/2008
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Last night when we asked one of the guys working there what we should do this morning in our final few hours in the city he said, "There's nothing to do here. And it's going to be raining. You should stay here and smoke. And cook pasta. That would be good."
P.S. Props to whoever's photos these are that I borrowed from the common computadora.
Euro keyboard
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And Caps Lock is "Bloq Mayús."