"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." - Ralph Walso Emerson
The semester is over... I enjoyed this last class (The Uses of Literacy), but it kicked my ass. I thought I knew how to read, I thought I knew how to write, and maybe that was the part of the point of the class: to show that there is always going to be room for improvement. Don't get me wrong, I liked the class, even though it was challenging for all of us. I found out again, that ther'e much more that I don't know than I do... and at least in knowing that I don't know something, I'm a little bit further along, right? So yeah, I have a bit of a break now.
Friday, April 25, 2003
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Dingus Day Was Lovely.
It was warm for once, and just when it was starting to get cold last night, everybody in our entourage was ready to pack it up and head out. They played the Ring of Fire Polka, replete with horns and accordion, that always warms everybody's soggy hearts. The one bartender, well, I'm thinking she's from Cleveland and proud of it, she was there again. The smoker-haven by the bathrooms was full, ahh the comraderie of the smoker haven, almost makes me wish I was still a smoker. There were a couple of old babas, sportin' the babushkas, head down and all bent forward with their slickers on. One old lady had goggles. Mad props to everyone who went, but mad props to especially to the babas for being brave enough to hold up that tradition.
It was warm for once, and just when it was starting to get cold last night, everybody in our entourage was ready to pack it up and head out. They played the Ring of Fire Polka, replete with horns and accordion, that always warms everybody's soggy hearts. The one bartender, well, I'm thinking she's from Cleveland and proud of it, she was there again. The smoker-haven by the bathrooms was full, ahh the comraderie of the smoker haven, almost makes me wish I was still a smoker. There were a couple of old babas, sportin' the babushkas, head down and all bent forward with their slickers on. One old lady had goggles. Mad props to everyone who went, but mad props to especially to the babas for being brave enough to hold up that tradition.
Monday, April 21, 2003
Wishing all a very merry Dingus Day!!!
From the Coal Speak Dictionary: Dingus Day : The day after Easter Sunday. Men would chase women around with buckets of water and the women would hit them with switches. From a viewer: this tradition began in Poland, and involved pussy willows. "Ed. note: 'hit them with switches'? What's up with that?" The way we do it here is kinda similar, minus the pussy willows and perfume, ohhhh and uhmmm minus the follow up Tuesday. Ladies, you're invited to begin establishing one, but I wish you good luck. It's probably easiest to go tit-for-tat on Monday and call a truce for Tuesday. Besides dishes and crockery can get pretty expensive ...
From the Coal Speak Dictionary: Dingus Day : The day after Easter Sunday. Men would chase women around with buckets of water and the women would hit them with switches. From a viewer: this tradition began in Poland, and involved pussy willows. "Ed. note: 'hit them with switches'? What's up with that?" The way we do it here is kinda similar, minus the pussy willows and perfume, ohhhh and uhmmm minus the follow up Tuesday. Ladies, you're invited to begin establishing one, but I wish you good luck. It's probably easiest to go tit-for-tat on Monday and call a truce for Tuesday. Besides dishes and crockery can get pretty expensive ...
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