Marc
Everyone has, or should have, a desert island list against that day when, fleeing one's enemies, one is cast ashore, or when one limps away, all warfare done, to pass the rest of one's time quietly reading. If I could have one book, it would be a complete Shakespeare; if two, that and a Bible. If three? There the complexities begin. -- from "Elegiac Conclusion" by Harold Bloom
One. Rick. Can we get an artist's rendering of the look Dolph Lundgren had on his face when he found out that Arnold Schwarznegger won the governor's seat in California? I'd like to see that.
Two. I've got a new computer. My old one crapped out on me and I've been upset ever since. The new one is, in one word, "fab". Got new laptop speakers to go along with it, and have finally been able to move my old stereo out of my room. It used to be Zach's old stereo until he sold it to me during the 1998/99 academic year for $50. I knew full well that it had problems reading cd's, but I didn't care. I've been able to cope with it ever since at first by using my discman and then my laptop(s) as the source of music. Basically, I had a $50 receiver stuck in my various rooms over the years. I'm going to miss that thing.
Three. Saw Noam Chomsky speak tonight. He said pretty much everything you'd expect him to say -- government's just as bad (if not far worse) than anything else out there; Iraq was a pussy enemy and that's why we picked on them; the North Koreans are (fucking [sic]) crazy and that's why we won't fuck with them ... yet; the Republicans are sticking their proverbial dicks in the working class' ears; the Democrats would do the same thing if they weren't such a bunch of ninnies; and, you guessed it, the rest of the world hates us because we are the largest state-sponsored terrorist organization in the world. All that in an hour. It was interesting. And the entire auditorium, including both balconies, was packed. Quite the turn-out.
Four. I'm going through my "beard" phase again. I desperately wish I could grow one, and occasionally, after a couple of days of not shaving, I'll look in the mirror at my scruff and say, "Fuck it! I'm going to do it." And then I do it for a couple of days before I realize that I look ridiculous. Plus, this time around, I've got complications -- namely, I have to teach in both my ISU classes, and at the school I'll be student teaching at. I've been over there a lot for observations recently, and have tried to make a good impression. I feel like the beard would be heading in the wrong direction. But, dammit, I want one so bad. Maybe I should ask for one for Christmas.
Up Next: "Kill You" by Eminem; "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers; and, "Cold Enough to Break" by Knapsack. I swear. That's literally what's up next. What a collection.
Tomorrow: Drift through two ISU classes. Assist on a high school field trip to a cemetary. Homework.
Everyone has, or should have, a desert island list against that day when, fleeing one's enemies, one is cast ashore, or when one limps away, all warfare done, to pass the rest of one's time quietly reading. If I could have one book, it would be a complete Shakespeare; if two, that and a Bible. If three? There the complexities begin. -- from "Elegiac Conclusion" by Harold Bloom
One. Rick. Can we get an artist's rendering of the look Dolph Lundgren had on his face when he found out that Arnold Schwarznegger won the governor's seat in California? I'd like to see that.
Two. I've got a new computer. My old one crapped out on me and I've been upset ever since. The new one is, in one word, "fab". Got new laptop speakers to go along with it, and have finally been able to move my old stereo out of my room. It used to be Zach's old stereo until he sold it to me during the 1998/99 academic year for $50. I knew full well that it had problems reading cd's, but I didn't care. I've been able to cope with it ever since at first by using my discman and then my laptop(s) as the source of music. Basically, I had a $50 receiver stuck in my various rooms over the years. I'm going to miss that thing.
Three. Saw Noam Chomsky speak tonight. He said pretty much everything you'd expect him to say -- government's just as bad (if not far worse) than anything else out there; Iraq was a pussy enemy and that's why we picked on them; the North Koreans are (fucking [sic]) crazy and that's why we won't fuck with them ... yet; the Republicans are sticking their proverbial dicks in the working class' ears; the Democrats would do the same thing if they weren't such a bunch of ninnies; and, you guessed it, the rest of the world hates us because we are the largest state-sponsored terrorist organization in the world. All that in an hour. It was interesting. And the entire auditorium, including both balconies, was packed. Quite the turn-out.
Four. I'm going through my "beard" phase again. I desperately wish I could grow one, and occasionally, after a couple of days of not shaving, I'll look in the mirror at my scruff and say, "Fuck it! I'm going to do it." And then I do it for a couple of days before I realize that I look ridiculous. Plus, this time around, I've got complications -- namely, I have to teach in both my ISU classes, and at the school I'll be student teaching at. I've been over there a lot for observations recently, and have tried to make a good impression. I feel like the beard would be heading in the wrong direction. But, dammit, I want one so bad. Maybe I should ask for one for Christmas.
Up Next: "Kill You" by Eminem; "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers; and, "Cold Enough to Break" by Knapsack. I swear. That's literally what's up next. What a collection.
Tomorrow: Drift through two ISU classes. Assist on a high school field trip to a cemetary. Homework.
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