Well....I;m off. Cross your fingers and wish me luck.

I love you...

Odd Sighting of the Day

Severe, and I mean SEVERE, redneck in big 'ol truck (very much playing into stereotype) listening to nothing other than beer barrel polka music......wait....what??? Beer barrel polka music....and rocking out to it.

I simply have nothing to say to that.

Odd.....Very Odd

To which statement does the picture exactly apply?????

What is This? Sarcasm? Part Deux

Today's Keen horoscope:

A big chance to make a leap in your professional field occurs today. The disruptive nature of this opportunity is a signal that it won't come again, so prepare to make a split-second decision.

Comic Irony (as opposed top coSmic): Offered a full-time teaching job if I want it; just have to go through the formalities of an interview, but the job is mine. More than half what I make now and benefits.

Note to self: Grow affinity for waking up at 6 am. Think of it as rising to greet the day anew with sun-kissed rays bathing and pecking my olive skin. Romanticism...the cure to any undesirable activity.

What is this? Sarcasm?

Once again, the need to work out presents itself. And once again in some twist of cosmic irony I wake up this morning sick. This makes 4 times in the last year. I have never been this sick this often in my life. Usually it is once a year, if at all. I am not pleased. This one TOTALLY came out of nowhere. Maybe this is a sign that I should stop working out and become some morbidly obese creature out of a Marvel comic magazine.

Note to self: Grow affinity for rice cakes and various field greens in effort to counteract the huge cosmic practical joke being played on me.

Stupid Things Seen on the Road

Stopping by a drive-through ATM on the way to see a show.

Withdrawing the money, and noticing the braille on the machine.

Do I even need to go into the commentary and obvious hilarity behind the two? Think about it.

Ambiguous Sidebar: Who knew the final nail in the coffin would hurt so bad and feel so good right.

Amazon Wishlist...Tacky? No. Resourceful

Boredom leads local dromedary shut-in to create amazon wish list for friends and family to peruse in order to shower said mammal with gifts and other such sundries of his desire for the fulfillment of materialistic fetishism thus allowing for a wider experience of joyous emotions derived from said items.

In other words....

Got bored. Made an Amazon wishlist. Buy me stuff I want. Make me happy.

The End.

link is above in main menu :)

Oh the Weather Outside is Frightful....Screw That...Blow Frosty Wind, BLOW!

I am thoroughly enjoying this cold-ish weather and hope it continues. There is nothing more I like than throwing the windows open (ok, pulling the plastic latches and lifting it up to the safety screw guards) and letting in the cold air and bundling up under blankets and getting warm. Me likey winter. Of course, this is nothing compared to the crisp 30s weather Sara is enjoying in Asheville. I think I am gonna head over to her place sometime next week.....maybe I won't come back. How nice. I really have nothing of any import to say other than to comment on the weather. Will be spending time at the mom;s house this weekend and if the weather continues I won;t have to worry about the broken A/C. Gotta see a show tonight, class tomm. morning, show in the afternoon, show at night, show at night the next day. At some point during that time, must grade some assignments and plan out the rest of the semester. I am looking for new work because the idea of teaching 5 classes is revolting to me. Actually, it;s not the teaching, but grading ALL those essays (225 to be exact, every 2 weeks). I love the teaching process, but find the forced writing assignments to be a waste of time. If only I could decide what they write about and what process to follow, as it is I bend the rules, but can;t work too far outside the box or I get in trouble. I woudl rather the writing have some kind of personal and social relevance than just to write for writing;s sake. I do a little of that now, but the writing is too focused on the "me" and the "emotional" discovery. I would rather students save that kind of emotional diarhhea for their journals in favor of spewing social criticism and analyses on crisp white pages. Damn the corporatization of universities!

Bored on a Thursday Night...I KNOW....I'll do a quiz...or two...oh fuck me

Your soul is bound to the Yellow Rose: The
Gentle.

"I've travelled through the land of
surrender and seen it all. I throw my heart
out and keep my head up, and now I travel
through the land of peace."

The Yellow Rose is associated with friendship,
intuition, and fun. It is governed by the
goddess Hestia and its sign is The Intertwined
Rings, or True Friendship.

As a Yellow Rose, you always look out for your
friends. You would much rather have strong
ties with friends than a single tie with a
lover and your devotion to your friends is
clear. You may have great intuition and be
able to read emotions clearly, but sometimes
you can seem distant yourself.


What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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Your Heart is Blue


What Color is Your Heart?
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Laughing in the Margins

I simply must proclaim the rhetorical ingenuity of David Sedaris, the man truly is blessed with the gift of gab and language. I started reading Naked this morning while my class was doing some work and I had to stifle SEVERAL laughs. My students must have thought I was trying to hold back barfing. At one point, in the middle of the chapter about his Ya Ya, I had to go to the bathroom and let out some laughs. I had to eventually stop and picked it back up in between classes. I went to an empty room where no students would come in and read and laughed out loud to my heart's content. In the middle of my second class I let out a laugh and my students were amazed that a book would make me laugh. They were taken aback that words could actually do that and just stared in disbelief as I tried to explain to them how texts can indeed elicit affective responses. I was a tad mortified as one student asked, "Is his book a movie?" I just shook my head.

In that same class, one group, of three men and one woman, starting a rather heated debate, including flinging insluts to each other, because of a topic they picked for their group project....strippers. Now there is some merit to that topic if you think about it, however, the guys being guys and not men (see Dave Barry's "Guys vs. Men") were being testosterone neanderthalsand the girl was not having any of it. However, I think I had them both stumped because I pointed out that both had their reasons and unless one could disprove the other without calling one another a waste of human space or a nzai feminist that they had to just respect each other. Luckily, they turned the agrument (read= throwdown) into a viable topic for their project. These are a sharp group of kids and it never ceases to amaze me how astute they can sometimes be. With the exception of one special student who thought it funny to visit a burn victim unit and juggle torches, or to go to a homeless shelter with a big cheeseburger and enjoy it. One student actually got mad enough and told him to get the fuck out of the classroom. As a teacher, I just had to remain silent...but it;s fun to play devil's advocate to get them to respond.

Thanks JeJe for commenting. Did I ever tell you you;re my favorite? I miss chatting it up with you. Talk to you soon.

HEY!!!!

Get off your asses and get to commenting. I am starting to feel neglected here. Come on. RESPOND DAMN IT!!! WHY? WHY?!?!?! WHY DO YOU HATE ME????

excuse me, i need to take my medication now.

A Nice Finish

Well I just finished grading and thank god I ended on a brilliant essay that shew some new light for me on the movie. It was well-wrttien and innovative. It is the first 100 of the semester and one of less than 10 I have given out in 5 years of teaching. It was a nice end to the depravity of words I had to read through before it.

And on a sick note, I got an invitation to my high school reunion. Can't believe it has been that long and I definitely will not be going. I didn;t like those people then, and I am sure I won't like them now. I shudder to think of the experience.

Someone please kill me now....please...and QUICKLY!

These papers are shit. The worst ever. I mean they are awful. Horrid. Not worthy enough for my cats to pee on. Fuck me hard.

Sidebar: Xanga's...what in the hell??? They are like LJ Lite but for middle schoolers (sorry those of you who have one whom I know....but come on....a Countryside Drama Ring that you subscribe to?). Perhaps I am now old and jaded and don't get how "cool" it is. My god....I need to die now.

Ameeeeerica....Ameeeeerica....God Bless Your Ignorant Teeeeeeeeeeens

I have to take a break to reflect on how ignorant some of my students are, both blissfully and voluntarily. The last two articles I had them read in class dealt with the social construct and e/affect of phrases like "That is so gay!" and with the idea of tolerance and acceptance. While I am not surprised by some of their responses in their writing, I am floored by how many of them still practice such a subconciously subversive form of prejudice. On the one hand they write about how it is ok to accept everyone for their differences and how things are changing and there is nothing wrong with people who are different and in the very next line they will use phrases like: those people, the gays, gays, them, those kinds of people. Understandably (why does that word look odd to me?), this is a matter of rhetoric and syntax, but the point is that some of these kids have been socialized and enculturated to believe one set of things but encouraged to hide those anti-norms in order to escape persecution. I would rather someone be prejudiced to my face than to try and hide it so that they don;t get attacked. Some of these people have the intelligence of Mekack Chimpanzees (I KNOW that is not the right spelling of the genus) and while it may seem inappropriate for a teacher to say that about their students, we all know that those kinds of people exist. I say it not to make fun, but to simply educate. There ARE people who truly are stupid enough to not have a single original thought that doesn;t originate above the waist or fed from a tube of hallucinogenic light. I find as I get older that I have less and less patience with people who just don't get it, and while I may be hypocritical for saying that, I at least get THEM. I get why they think the way they do and they behave the way they do. I have had more than enough experience dealing with prejudice in ALL its forms, and ironically, it always stems from things that don't even remotely apply to me, i.e. Arab profiling. I can't even be witty about this because ignorance, especially the blind kind, is the one thing that gets me riled up. Not saying everyone needs to be as freewheeling as I do in their acceptance of the "other," but don't spout off uninformed opinions that you can't back up with anything other than: Just because.

Slackjawed monolinguistic neolithic oafs.

Throw me a frickin' bone here guys....

Do you think SOMEONE could have told me earlier that the comment page was not working. Cheese and Crackers. Of course, I should have tested, but STILL. I was wondering where all the comments had gone and why eveyrone had gone silent. None of you could post shit on there. Thanks David for mentioning it in passing on the phone or I would never have known. OK, it;s fixed. It;s up. Comment away.

See....now you HAVE to do it. :)

Rhetorically Posed Question of the Day to Stimulate Discussion....or Lack Thereof

There comes a time in life when you realize that you
are destined for obscurity unless you make an effort
otherwise. Thus, we enter the eternal paradox of the
human existence: the more you strive to become or to
attain, the more you realize there is to strive for.
This poses an unanswerable question: Is true happiness and contentment possible or is it merely the
realization that the next socio-psychological plateau
is unattainable or not worth the effort? Are those who claim to be happy and satisfied in life truly content,
or are they just unwilling to admit that they have
decided to settle for their current state; deciding
that they've achieved enough for one lifetime; willing
to settle for second best because the optimal situation is merely an illusion, a fog that continually changes
and grows when you think that you've finally reached
the end of it. Does happiness truly exist or are
humans perpetually deceiving themselves into deciding
that things are as good as they can get? For many, the goal of the human existence is the betterment of
the self. But to what end. Does a point come when you decide that you've bettered yourself enough and are
satisfied to live at that level forever? That is the
paradox. Spending an entire lifetime seeking something better only to find at the end that there is always
something better and your life was in vain.

Unconditional love.....more like unconditional masochism. Cut off my ears, steal my money, hurt my feelings, and I love you anyway.

Yes. But it means more....

You don't have to love me back.

Ai Dios....Ai Jesus.....Ave Maria.....Santo Jesus....Ai dio, ai dio, ai dio

What an ODD turned-around day. Spent the night at my mom;s house last night. Was nice and quiet. Just me and the Pearl Harbor movie. Not too bad. Actually had me a little teary eyed....at 3 hours and 5 minutes. Got lonely. Couldn;t sleep. And oh yeah......the A/C was broken...it was 85 in the house and I was too tired to come back home and I needed to be down there early for the following day's activities. Went to the studio this morning, taught tap. Got really dizzy and almost blacked out. Good times. Taught second tap class. Almost passed out from heat exhaustion and lack of water. Good times. Visited my aunt and hung out with her for a while. Good times. Came home and took a shower during which I used my body soap as shampoo, my shampoo as body soap, and dried myself off with a hand towel. Good times. Decided to rent a movie, didn;t have what I wanted but talked to the store manager who was into indie films and worked at an indie film rental store and got to meet John Cameron Mitchell and John Waters. Good times (bitch). And now I am home. Waiting. This would be more entertaining with my own soundtrack playing behind me. Sara Jenkins...I miss having your crazy ass around.

Bad News, Go 'Way, Come 'Round, Some Day, In March, Or May...I Can't Be Bothered Now

The theme of this week ladies and queens: RUDE AWAKENINGS.

This has been a rough week. Shit, it's been a rough month. I am out of witticisms. I am out time. I am out of that oh-so-precious commodity: Patience. I was so out of it and whacked out last night/this morning that I actually did Quizilla quizzes. I have had 3 hours of sleep, which is always fun. I have a rehearsal this afternoon. Class at night. And I am seeking refuge at my mother's house this weekend while she is gone. The perk? Premium movie channels galore that she never watches but in which I will indulge heavily into the wee hours of the morning.

I want to go see Matrix at the IMAX....anyone game?

Oh the irony.....whenst bored and tense.....do a quiz....or two...or three....or more....

Morpheus


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."
Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimate
heroine.


What Matrix Persona Are You?
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You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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This is wrong....just wrong

Gay Bear


Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed


What Sign of Affection Are You?
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No Witty Title Tag...But I saw Matrix: Revoloutions

The highlight of the day was watching The Matrix: Revoloutions. Not much of it was surprising. Most people who are theologically and philosophically inclined who know what the W Bros. were trying to do would figure out how the trilogy was going to end. Some seem to believe the end of the movie is a scapegoat for another sequel, but they probably think that because they don;t give you an obvious in-your-face ending. You have to think. GASP! What an idea. I do have to give them kudos for making a movie that would satiate the mindless desires of nothing but hard-wired action and those who are more intellectually inclined. I am both. It satisfied both. I did enjoy it although it sucked that I didn;t have Sara here to go see it with. Since she moved I don't have a movie buddy anymore. We were looking forward to seeing the end of the Matrix and LOTR trilogies. And now she;s gone. Suck suck sucks.

In any case, the movie was great. Had me oooing and aaahing to myself...silently of course.

God this is such a lackluster post.....I should quit while I am ahead....I am too aggravated and annoyed to write anything worth reading.

FehPahBlah....

When Camels Go Bad

I am pissed.

ROYALLY pissed.

Not only am I pissed off, I am angry. I have officially reached my breaking point and I am now sliding into the "I don't give a shit, I am over this, fuckoff fuckoff fuckoff FUCKOFF" mode. People who know me well know how tolerant I am of things. But at a certain point SNAP! I will break and all hell breaks loose. I simply can't understand the logic behind some things and people sometimes. It makes no sense and just comes across as motherfucking rude and WRONG, WRONG, WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!.

fuckfuckfuckfuck fuckfuck fuckitty fuck fuck FUCK.