Sunday, December 30, 2007

Christmas decoration fetish

I'll confess that I have a bit of a fetish for over the top, out of control, exuberant and bombastic Christmas decorations. Although it would never occur to me to purchase much less display 50 plastic santas, life-sized nativity scenes, enough lighting to illuminate the whole block, or start cutting $200+ checks to the power company; I wholeheartedly admire the more adventurous folks out there who will go there. Unfortunately I don't normally carry a camera with me, but fortunately someone else finds this phenomenon fascinating enough to devote a website to it:

http://tackychristmasyards.com

Unlike Kat, I tend to admire the "tackiness" of these seasonal displays (instead of finding it somewhat offensive). I'll admit that the proliferation of inflatable things disturbs me, but that's another issue. Regardless of our aesthetic differences, I admire those who devote so much time and energy to erecting these temporary shrines to fight off the winter blahhs, and am perfectly content to sit back and watch the show...

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Yay it's snowing!

After hearing rumors that it was snowing in Portland, it started snowing in earnest out here in SE around noon today. I can hardly believe it, my first white Christmas ever! Very exciting!

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Merry Christmas

To all my students, friends and family members around the world: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Milad Majid (Arabic)
Vesele Vanoce (Bohemian)
Feliz Navidad (Chile)
聖誕節同新年快樂 (Chinese)
Gongxi Xin Nian Bing Chu Shen Tan (Mandarin)
siandang kuailak singnin kuailak (Hakka)
Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar! (Dutch)
Merry Christmas
Melkin Yelidet Beaal (Amharic)
Cristmas-e-shoma mobarak bashad كرسمس مبارک (Farsi)
Joyeux Noel (French)
Kala Christouyenna! Καλά Χριστούγεννα και Ευτυχισμένο το Νέο Ετος (Greek)
Froehliche Weihnachten (German)
Baradin ki shubh kamnaaye नये साल की हार्दिक शुभकामनायें (Hindi)
Mele Kalikimaka me ka Hauʻoli Makahiki Hou (Hawaiian)
Gledileg Jol (Icelandic)
Buone Feste Natalizie (Italian)
新年おめでとうございます Meri Kurisumasu メリークリスマス (Japanese)
Жаңа жыл құтты болсын! (Jaña jıl quttı bolsın!) (Kazakh)
Жаратканнын туысымен Жана Жылыныз кутты болсын
(Žaratkannyi tuysymen Žana Žylynyz kutty bolsyn)(Kirghiz)
Sung Tan Chuk Ha (Korean)
souksan van Christmas (Lao)
Feliz Navidad y un Venturoso Año Nuevo (Peru)
Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia or Boze Narodzenie (Polish)
Christmas Aao Ne-way Kaal Mo Mobarak Sha (Pashtun)
Crăciun fericit şi un an nou fericit (Romanian)
С Рождеством Христовым и С наступающим Новым Годом
(S Roždestvom Khristovym i S nastupayuščim Novym Godom)(Russian)
La Maunia Le Kilisimasi Ma Le Tausaga Fou (Samoan)
Ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican (Somali)
¡Feliz Navidad y próspero año nuevo! (Spanish)
God Jul and (Och) Ett Gott Nytt År (Swedish)
Maligayamg Pasko. Masaganang Bagong Taon (Tagalog)
Neekiriisimas annim oo iyer seefe feyiyeech! (Trukese)
Sawadee Pee Mai or souksan wan Christmas (Thai)
Tongan Kilisimasi fiefia mo ha ta'u fo'ou monū'ia (Tongan)
نايا سال مبارک هو Naya Saal Mubarak Hu(Urdu)
Yangi yilingiz bilan! (Uzbek)
Chúc Giáng Sinh Vui Vẻ và Chúc Năm Mới Tốt Lành (Vietnamese)

Monday, December 24, 2007

just in time for christmas...

I saw this and thought it was hilarious...

(Reposted from the New York Times)

December 24, 2007
Anarchists in the Aisles? Stores Provide a Stage
By IAN URBINA

This is the season of frenetic shopping, but for a devious few people it’s also the season of spirited shopdropping.

Otherwise known as reverse shoplifting, shopdropping involves surreptitiously putting things in stores, rather than illegally taking them out, and the motivations vary.

Anti-consumerist artists slip replica products packaged with political messages onto shelves while religious proselytizers insert pamphlets between the pages of gay-and-lesbian readings at book stores.

Self-published authors sneak their works into the “new releases” section, while personal trainers put their business cards into weight-loss books, and aspiring professional photographers make homemade cards — their Web site address included, of course — and covertly plant them into stationery-store racks.

“Everyone else is pushing their product, so why shouldn’t we?” said Jeff Eyrich, a producer for several independent bands, who puts stacks of his bands’ CDs — marked “free” — on music racks at Starbucks whenever the cashiers look away.

Though not new, shopdropping has grown in popularity in recent years, especially as artists have gathered to swap tactics at Web sites like Shopdropping.net, and groups like the Anti-Advertising Agency, a political art collective, do training workshops open to the public.

Retailers fear the practice may annoy shoppers and raise legal or safety concerns, particularly when it involves children’s toys or trademarked products.

“Our goal at all times is to provide comfortable and distraction-free shopping,” said Bethany Zucco, a spokeswoman for Target. “We think this type of activity would certainly not contribute to that goal.” She said she did not know of any shopdropping at Target stores.

But Packard Jennings does. An artist who lives in Oakland, Calif., he said that for the last seven months he had been working on a new batch of his Anarchist action figure that he began shopdropping this week at Target and Wal-Mart stores in the San Francisco Bay Area.

“When better than Christmas to make a point about hyper-consumerism?” asked Mr. Jennings, 37, whose action figure comes with tiny accessories including a gas mask, bolt cutter, and two Molotov cocktails, and looks convincingly like any other doll on most toy-store shelves. Putting it in stores and filming people as they try to buy it as they interact with store clerks, Mr. Jennings said he hoped to show that even radical ideology gets commercialized. He said for safety reasons he retrieves the figures before customers take them home.

Jason Brody, lead singer for an independent pop-rock band in the East Village, said his group recently altered its shopdropping tactics to cater to the holiday rush.

Normally the band, the Death of Jason Brody, slips promotional CD singles between the pages of The Village Voice newspaper and into the racks at large music stores. But lately, band members have been slipping into department stores and putting stickers with logos for trendy designers like Diesel, John Varvatos and 7 for All Mankind on their CDs, which they then slip into the pockets of designer jeans or place on counters.

“Bloomingdale’s and 7 for All Mankind present the Death of Jason Brody, our pick for New York band to watch in 2008,” read a sticker on one of the CDs placed near a register at Bloomingdales. “As thanks for trying us on, we’re giving you this special holiday gift.” Bloomingdales and 7 for All Mankind declined to comment.

For pet store owners, the holidays usher in a form of shopdropping with a touch of buyer’s remorse. What seemed like a cute gift idea at the time can end up being dumped back at a store, left discretely to roam the aisles.

“After Easter, there’s a wave of bunnies; after Halloween, it’s black cats; after Christmas, it’s puppies,” said Don Cowan, a spokesman for the store chain Petco, which in the month after each of those holidays sees 100 to 150 pets abandoned in its aisles or left after hours in cages in front of stores. Snakes have been left in crates, mice and hamsters surreptitiously dropped in dry aquariums, even a donkey left behind after a store’s annual pet talent show, Mr. Cowan said.

Bookstores are especially popular for self-promotion and religious types of shopdropping.

At BookPeople in Austin, Tex., local authors have been putting bookmarks advertising their own works in books on similar topics. At Mac’s Backs Paperbacks, a used bookstore in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, employees are dealing with the influx of shopdropped works by local poets and playwrights by putting a price tag on them and leaving them on the shelves.

At Powell’s Books in Portland, Ore., religious groups have been hitting the magazines in the science section with fliers featuring Christian cartoons, while their adversaries have been moving Bibles from the religion section to the fantasy/science-fiction section.

This week an arts group in Oakland, the Center for Tactical Magic, began shopdropping neatly folded stacks of homemade T-shirts into Wal-Mart and Target stores in the San Francisco Bay Area. The shirts feature radical images and slogans like one with the faces of Karl Marx, Che Guevara and Mikhail Bakunin, a Russian anarchist. It says, “Peace on Earth. After we overthrow capitalism.”

“Our point is to put a message, not a price tag, on them,” said Aaron Gach, 33, a spokesman for the group.

Mr. Jennings’s anarchist action figure met with a befuddled reaction from a Target store manager on Wednesday in El Cerrito, Calif.

“I don’t think this is a product that we sell,” the manager said as Mr. Jennings pretended to be a customer trying to buy it. “It’s definitely antifamily, which is not what Target is about.”

One of the first reports of shopdropping was in 1989, when a group called the Barbie Liberation Organization sought to make a point about sexism in children’s toys by swapping the voice hardware of Barbie dolls with those in GI Joe figures before putting the dolls back on store shelves.

Scott Wolfson, a spokesman for the federal Consumer Product Safety Commission, said he was not sure if shopdropping was illegal but that some forms of it could raise safety concerns because the items left on store shelves might not abide by labeling requirements and federal safety standards.

Ryan Watkins-Hughes, 28, a photographer from Brooklyn, teamed up with four other artists to shopdrop canned goods with altered labels at Whole Foods stores in New York City this week. “In the holidays, people get into this head-down, plow-through-the-shopping autopilot mode,” Mr. Watkins-Hughes said “‘I got to get a dress for Cindy, get a stereo for Uncle John, go buy canned goods for the charity drive and get back home.’”

“Warhol took the can into the gallery. We bring the art to the can,” he said, adding that the labels consisted of photographs of places he had traveled combined with the can’s original bar code so that people could still buy them.

“What we do is try to inject a brief moment of wonder that helps wake them up from that rushed stupor,” he said, pausing to add, “That’s the true holiday spirit, isn’t it?”

Christopher Maag contributed reporting.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

post-solstice

Afghans huddled together dreaming,
I’m nestled up with a borrowed copy of Breaking Away
Which reminds me of Bloomington, which is long ago and very far away
Celebration ale to celebrate tenacious survival of the past 6 months
A stack of Christmas card dispatches past and present on top of the TV
Christmas lights twinkling outside in the cold wet rain
It’s very dark, the day after Solstice
I put up the holly branches to remind myself these dreary winter days won’t last forever
Even if it seems like the lethargy just might
There’s no snow, just muddy shoes and too many puddles
From all the rainy rainy rain
Sirens and sloshy sounds sneak inside
The snowglobe is the only snow we’re getting around here
The sparkly tree is the only thing that makes this feel better than November
On Sunday’s silence, I feel like the swimming fish
Living in a very wet world
Lying here in the living room with all the unopened presents
Listening to the waves crashing on the shore when cars go by like on the saturated streets

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on the lighter side

Just in time for the primaries...a few messages from the Suicide Files

3. Rum, Romanism and Tammany

Idealism is fucking dead.
Laughed off the stage at countless conventions.
Laissez faire is en vogue again.
It's silver tongue has been heaven sent.
One man, one vote, throw it away.
One land, one hope, throw it away.
When every candidate looks the same, born of noble blood.
So don't fucking talk to me about our tradition of democracy.
Who the fuck am I supposed to believe in?


4. W

Thank god we've got heroes like you, who bravely stride forward when duty calls.
Just slow enough that people can still whisper in your ear.
And if compassion means biting your lip and posing for the cameras.
Then bravo! Well done! Skull and bones.


5. Ashcroft

If what it boils down to is that "you're either for us or against us,"
I guess I've got a tough, tough choice to make.
'Cause hollow patriotic actions and re-enactments don't move me.
And mostly this 21st century brand of propaganda and rhetoric,
Co-produced by Disney, and sanatized by CGI. Just makes me sick.
And when I peer through.
Through the red. Through the white. And through the blue.
I can see people like you.
Using tragedy to to advance your own narrow moral crusade.

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Saturday, December 22, 2007

freeeeeee

1. Today's the first day I've really felt like a free woman.
2. I think I'm gonna miss all them crazy funny kids.
3. GoodWill Hunting was very good. I finally got what I was searching for unsuccessfully all month.
4. People are pretty crabby right before Christmas (You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why...)
5. I didn't know you could fit that many people in the Russian Store.
6. I should really consider making my own Christmas ornaments.
7. Who doesn't need more sugar?
8. Wii is addictive and that's why I shouldn't go there.
9. I like parties.
10. Most kids enjoy the wrapping more than the actual presents.
11. I don't want anything for Christmas but you.
12. I like all the shiny pretty lights.
13. As much as I like the freetime, I think I'm gonna get bored.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Dec 16

rainy day rain
sparkly lights on the front porch
lunches sitting out on the back porch chillin'
after the rats partied in the shed
seeds spilled on the ground
rusty hoe on the ground
wind stirred trees clap hands
these cold cold hands
piles of unmatched socks
water condensed on the toilet
foggy mirror
whistling tea kettle song
cat hair on my jacket
cold cold toes

Friday, December 14, 2007

sick again...

After looking like I was gonna be able to hold out and survive through Christmas without getting sick, I lost the battle and got sick this week. Probably the blame can be laid at the feet of the kid who coughed on me when I was walking in the hallway. Now I'm reluctantly joining the ranks of my nose-blowing students. The imminent feeling of unease that always comes before a cold hit home on Wednesday when I was grading papers after the inservice, so I left as soon as I could. On Thursday, I was irritated by almost everything. Today I tried to go to school, but as soon as I got there, I realized it was a mistake.

Now I'm sitting here in my chair sniffling, and I saw this article. It reminded me of an observation I had made last time I was sick...

Oh Phenylephrine, I have a love/hate relationship with thee. I have been disgruntled ever since meth-addicts ensured the disappearance of widely available OTC Sudafed. Then all of the sudden, I noticed that everything was reformulated with Phenylephrine, which unfortunately appears to be a lot more expensive than its forbidden counterpart.

Many people claim that "over-the-counter cold medicines made with phenylephrine appear effective for relieving nasal congestion in adults...," but for me, the jury's still out. Some researchers seem to think that Phenylephrine doesn't work, but the FDA claims that the "...available data was "supportive" of the effectiveness of phenylephrine at 10 milligrams, the dose sold over the counter". I'm not so convinced of its effectiveness; based on my own experiences, I'd say the results have been mixed bag. Phenylephrine does appear to work, at least somewhat, but is nowhere near as effective as good ol' Sudafed. Strictly from an aesthetic stance, I find the new stuff to be overly bulky (at least in pill form, those suckers are huge), a bit harder on the wallet, and frankly it doesn't seem to work as well for me. Worse still, it makes me feel sick to my stomach if I take the full recommended dose (10mg), yet won't work if I take a half dose (5mg). I don't recall ever having this problem with Sudafed.

The FDA is considering recommending only adult use of phenylephrine. I found this amusing after seeing a news article that claimed that "a variety of over-the-counter cough and cold medicines should not be given to children under 6 because evidence of a benefit is lacking". It looks like grandma was right-we should probably just stick with the brandy and tea after all.

US panel says data support cold medicines
Reuters
Friday December 14 2007

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Thursday, December 13, 2007

Light reading

Links of the Day: We all need a little light reading...

Handmade Nation: a DIY film about DIY...
http://www.handmadenationmovie.com/

Related links that will keep you busy for the rest of your life:
http://www.craftivism.com/links.html

And on a completely different note:
English Russia: Russian randomness that might also keep you busy for the rest of your life.
http://englishrussia.com/

QOD

"There was a good crystal frost in the air; it cut the nose and made the lungs blaze like a Christmas tree inside." -Ray Bradbury

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Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Hard to Compete

After spending 8 hours a day around teens, I think this song by Beck kinda sums is all up:

You said go, you said stay,
I got so confused, I tried to do both,
The kids with the hazardous waste in their wine, and their eyes, their gasoline hairstyles, workin' their magic for you,
You said go, you said stay, you said try a combination,
Didn't know where to start, I was lost, I was beige, I was over and under my age...
Had no plan, Dealin' out papers into the wastecan,
Tryin' hard to stay awake, And the rest of the best was a big mistake


(Hard to Compete / Beck)

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Tuesdays Malaise

Poem for Tuesdays

Somebody’s turned down the heat but turned up the volume
Somebody’s scratched the words on this desk with your pencil
Somebody’s making every vacant stare seem to last forever
Somebody shove your hand up if you can still hear me

There’s gossipy headlines blowing in the wind, the hallways are full of rumors
There's too much information and not enough insight sitting on my desk
There's not enough verses, but there’s way too many curses
There’s not enough time on our hands and too many papers to fill

The hype is amplified with all these wires and cell phones dangling out of pockets
The things that you never knew turned out not to be true
The time is running low and there's nowhere else to go
The clock keeps sleepwalking through the afternoon

Everybody bust out your pens and vent your malaise
Everything around here is either drama or trauma
Everytime the door opens, there's air conditioning
Everybody thinks they’re the same as you

And all the conversations are multiplying
And you write everything like you just don't care how it looks
And the roof is falling in from too much adolescent energy
And my brain feels like it's getting eaten up by the termites

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Monday, December 10, 2007

I am tired of building up somebody else’s civilization

I AM tired of work; I am tired of building up somebody else’s civilization.
Let us take a rest, M’Lissy Jane.
I will go down to the Last Chance Saloon, drink a gallon or two of gin, shoot a game or two of dice and sleep the rest of the night on one of Mike’s barrels.
You will let the old shanty go to rot, the white people’s clothes turn to dust, and the Calvary Baptist Church sink to the bottomless pit.
You will spend your days forgetting you married me and your nights hunting the warm gin Mike serves the ladies in the rear of the Last Chance Saloon. 5
Throw the children into the river; civilization has given us too many. It is better to die than it is to grow up and find out that you are colored.
Pluck the stars out of the heavens. The stars mark our destiny. The stars marked my destiny.
I am tired of civilization.

Tired
Fenton Johnson

James Weldon Johnson, ed. (1871–1938). The Book of American Negro Poetry. 1922.

Some days you think it can all go to hell in a handbasket. I'm not quite that exhausted, but watching those pink clouds lay down on the horizon while the sun slid into bed made me think that I wouldn't feel too badly about crawling in bed a bit early tonight. It's cold cold cold, and today I'm a little bit tired of breaking up fights and telling kids to stop eating in the computer lab, quit using racial slurs, to put away cellphones and stop yelling across the room at each other. I think curling up with a book might just be what the spirit needs. The mindless drone of the television ain't doing it for me today. Then again, it never does.

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too fragile for winter winds

SOME, too fragile for winter winds,
The thoughtful grave encloses,—
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.


(Emily Dickinson (1830–86).
Complete Poems. 1924. Part Four: Time and Eternity)

Brr, it's cold outside. Today I got out the wool coat for the first time this year. It snowed lightly several times yesterday, and now I think winter is ready to get serious.

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Sunday, December 09, 2007

A PRC Christmas

While we're on the subject of Christmas, and since nobody's asking, this is what the fabulous and shady representatives of the PRC would want under the tree during the season of capitalist gluttony, not that anyone's really gonna go there:

1. Socks. Seriously, a serious revolutionary can never have too many socks, especially socks that can take some abuse. Those multi-packs of warm socks I saw over in the Guns-n-Ammo aisle at Bi-Mart would do quite nicely.

2. A Woodstove: writing revolutionary manifestos is rough during the month of December. Both the hands and brain are busy shivering. Some nice toasty heat would be nice, and nothing says ambiance like fire (gives me warm and fuzzy feelings about all those molotov cocktails I tossed in my youth). While I'm holed up in my cave waiting for the collapse of civilization, I'd like to park in front of a woodstove with some wood I chopped at the end of last summer and the complete works of Karl Marx.

3. Tea: The only thing I like better than socks is tea. What a wonderful beverage concept: just add hot water and stir. I can stick it in a thermos, a mason jar, an actual tea cup...good times, and who doesn't need antioxidants when you're busy fighting the forces of oppression?

4. Hello Kitty or Doraemon Butt Pillow: Yes, I'm sure there's a more elegant way to put it, but what I'm talking about is a butt-pillow, a square cushion with elastic carrying straps, that comes in perky cartoon character colors, just the sort of thing no self-respecting revolutionary would be caught dead with...but after a few years of commuting with the masses, I really don't care how much street cred I lose by being comfortable while Tri-metting. I think Che would agree. I don't think they sell these outside of Japan, so if you see one turn up in Goodwill or something, let me know, a'ight?

5. More books (and time to actually read them). Read anything interesting? Bored with it? Send it my way. Fiction, non-fiction, science fiction, it matters not.

6. A real compost bin: I'm tired of my ghetto faux-compost bin. I'm ready for something that's less likely to offend the bourgeoisie. Another Earth Machine would be nice. A tumbler would be deluxe.

7. A Stanley Thermos: Odes could be written to this indestructible friend of the masses. You could drop it off the roof, run over it with a tractor, it matters not, it would still keep on going. I still haven't gotten over the fact that I left mine at some school in Beaverton. Hopefully another one will come into my life (to stay) someday. If I ever do get another one, I'm installing a homing device...

8. A wine corker: Not the thing you take the cork out with (I could go over to Plaid Pantry and find one of those), what I want is the thing you put the cork in with. Doing it by hand sure is hard. I manage...barely.

9. A cellphone signal blocking device. I guess they're illegal, but who cares? What person wouldn't give all they own to turn back time to that blissful age when you could spend time in public without being forced to overhear the sordid details of everyone else's pathetic lives? I, for one, would love to have my very own 50ft radius of cellphone-free tranquility. No more inane conversations on the bus, and at school, all those little raging adolescent under-the-desk text-fiends would be SOL. Life would be endless bliss with one of these. Operators ARE standing by.

10. If the revolution had a soundtrack, it would certainly be Godspeed. The problem is finding suitable recordings. If anyone knew of a reliable source (capitalist or otherwise), I'd be all ears.

Just in time for Christmas...

In case you're weary of the tired old versions of Christmas songs that you can't really avoid if you leave your cave during the month of December, here's some new improved Christmas carols guaranteed to liven up the holidays. (Disclaimer, this is for entertainment purposes only and is not intended for either "mature" audiences or impressionable young minds.

Saturday, December 08, 2007

truly tasteless

Reminding myself once again why I don't normally watch or read the news-tonight, when I was scrolling through the news feed, I saw this lovely headline:

Penn State students dress up as VA Tech shooting victims:
(Two Penn State University students dressed up for Halloween as victims of this spring's Virginia Tech massacre...)

When I saw this, I was like "Woah! Whaaat? You CAN'T be serious," but I guess it really happened. Sometimes I forget that there really ARE people out there who don't have any more sense than your average (or even below average) back alley crackhead. I bet their mothers are NOT proud right now. Not only is this the most blatantly tasteless thing I've heard about all week, but it makes me wonder if these two oxygen-wasters really are paying far too much for their educations. I know that common sense isn't something you can learn in school, but I guess you can't teach empathy either.

Sad.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Starting to

Starting now, the sophomores are starting to...
Starting to resemble 10th graders,
Starting to get it together,
Starting to get things done,
Starting to take it more seriously,
Starting to make me smile,
Starting to fade, those 9th grade ways

It's a very gratifying time of year for me, when I realize the kids are growing on me, and starting to evolve. Too bad I won't be here when they come back from winter break, brand new creatures, that's my favorite sophomore season. Instead I'll be with giggly middle school kids.

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A Long December

Woke up sometime after midnight
And looked up at the ceiling
There's no good reason to believe in the summer sun
And I know that I've been dreaming
Catch myself thinking too much about last year
In the endless December dusk
If you think you might come to Oregon, I think that you should
Can't remember the last thing that you said anything
I think if you asked me, I could
If you think all my sins could be forgiven
I really wish you would
These days that go by way too fast
Tellin' myself, maybe next year will be better than the last

Winter always smells like wet fences and damp chimney smoke
When it's looking pretty forlorn
Winter makes you laugh a little slower and dream a little longer I guess
It's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
All at once the sun cuts through the clouds and leaps across a crowded room
The light attaches itself to the bus windows, the pages of my open books
Can't remember all the times I used to tell my myself
These dreary days ain't gonna last

(based on A Long December, Counting Crows)

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Ode

We had the students write odes today. Here's mine.

Ode to my Cuaderno

My dearest notebook,
My partner in crime,
We've traveled so far on this journey together since September,
Every time I see your serious blue cover,
Held together with tightly coiled spirals,
So securely, like the way you hold together all the loose wanderings of my mind
On empty sheets of white paper, lassoed between greenish lines,
Words trapped in nets, filled with scribbles, no more to roam free,
To take up with strangers, or become lost,
Every day I tell you my thoughts, and insights,
My hopes and despairs,
You help me remember my plans
and capture my dreams, and hold on to the artifacts of my days.

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passing over

came and went the raging storm,
after the rains, thin bands of clouds trickle meekly out of town,
through sleeping tree branches,
the stars blinking on and off

come and gone the raging storm,
referrals gone out,
and quizzes graded,
students spill out the door,
when the bell rings,
after the flood, stillness remains,
another day done gone

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Sunday, December 02, 2007

"Gee mom this is really great!"

"You're talking into a candy cane and going to the north pole?!"
"Wow this is really great!!!"

Well it wasn't like I had THAT exciting of a weekend, but the fact that I didn't spend all 48 hours of it glued to some homework felt pretty darn exhilarating. In spite of the nasty weather that we've had (a windstorm and steady driving rain), I've had a very satisfying time just catching up with normalcy.
(cue dramatic music)
I can hardly wait 'til school's out for awhile and I really have time to do some recreatin'.

BTW: B's watching the night they saved Christmas and the elf is totally wearing blue eye shadow and red lipstick...and the villain's name is Gaylord-verrrry interesting.
"Noooo more jinglebells!" (Santa Claus breaking up a raucous elf party).