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October 27, 2004
That's Phone Bank Captain to you!
Thanks to a single phone call to the Arkansas Democratic Party, I am now the phonebank captain for my county. Do I have any phones? No. Any volunteers? Not really. Will I kick ass and take names anyway out of a vitriolic (and perhaps unhealthy) enmity towards the Bush administration? Damn straight!
Anyone who wants to volunteer this weekend should let me know. It's BYO-Phone!
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Yep. They suck.
Latest on my list of the minor indignities I suffer daily is the new location of our school's main copy machine. It used to be in the Teacher's Resource Center (ie- lounge) next to the laminator, paper cutter, and mail boxes. To a normal person, this would make sense. Sadly, normal people do not run my school.
Today they decided to move it to the cramped, overcrowded, and far away main office, ten feet from the other photo copier! Sure, they now offer to make copies for me, but the office is often closed by 3:15. This is no good for several reasons: (A) Now they'll know when I frantically make photo copies at 7:55 in the morning and (B) they'll also know when I use the machine to make illegal, anti-Bush photo collages with school resources. I can't be expected to do my job under these conditions!!
Moreover, I will now be forced to make pleasant conversation with the secretaries as I photo copy. I like the secretaries fine, but I much prefer my old habit of holding my head and weeping with shame at my pedagogical ineptitude.
I plan to raise hell about this (in my usual, just-a-friendly-suggestion-don't-mind-me kind of way.) With any luck, I won't slip into a coma of boredom while listening to the administration's response.
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Google owns my soul
I have G-mail. It is pretty sweet. Because they like me so much, the good folks at google have given me six (six!) invitations for my friends and/or enemies. If you would like one, please let me know.
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October 26, 2004
Obsessed much?
No. Really. This election needs to be over.
I'm losing sleep and I think I'm getting sick. I'm trying to cut back on my NPR and CNN addictions, but it's not going well.
I am trying to actually do something about it since Arkansas is, in my opinion at least, a swing state. I'm more than a little irritated at the importance of Florida, since I think the whole election process there is essentially rigged. Kerry could win there, but if it's close, it will go for Bush. It's sad to realize that the people may not really run this government any more. (Did we ever?)
So, yeah, I'm pathetic. Six more days.
Wait a minute! I'm not pathetic! Voting is important, damn it!
Sweet Jesus! Roe v. Wade could be overturned! More education and health programs could be cut! Our civil liberties and rights could be curtailed for decades! Thousands of people could die needlessly without stem cell research! We could invade Iran! The enviroment could be damaged beyond repair! THE BROADCAST FLAG COULD BE IMPROPERLY ADMINISTERED!!!
THIS IS REAL, IMPORTANT SHIT!!!!
This election matters so, so, so much.
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October 25, 2004
What's everyone so worried about?
So, perhaps you noticed today that the Bush administration "lost" 380 tons of high powered explosives in Iraq. Now I know I say a lot of mean things about this administration, but enough is enough. Everybody misplaces things sometimes and I for one am willing to forgive and forget. Why, almost every day I find myself searching for my car keys before I leave the house. I'm sure whoever has it will return it when they realize we're missing it. It's probably just sitting in someone's house and they don't even know they have it. Honest mistake.
Wait. Did you say 380 tons of high powered explosives?
Sweet mother of God!!!!!!
Well, it's official. We're fucked.
Happy apocalypse everyone!
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October 24, 2004
Weekend
This weekend was pretty busy, but still I have nothing to say about it.
Kelly made dinner for several people last night which was a lot of fun. Apparently adding bourbon to everthing is the key to fine cooking.
Afterwards I didn't really want to go home, so I ended up at Wal-Mart, trying on shoes and buying myself a set of pajamas which now qualify as the greatest purchase I have ever made. No, really. I love them.
Jenna and I went canvassing for Kerry on Saturday. Aside from the old racist (I mean really racist and really old) man we met, and the evil shirtless Christopher Walkin look-alike, it was pretty uneventful. The Trooper of the Year Award goes to Ross who got paired with a man on an oxygen tank and still knocked on every single door on all of his streets (as opposed to just the doors on his list.)
When John Kerry wins, he'd better thank Ross in his speech. Ross will just nod humbly and then go home to his wife, PJ Harvey, and his sweet tailless cat.
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October 21, 2004
I can't take it!
I think I may finally be cracking. I can't deal with ten more days until election day. Democracy is slowly killing me!!
Rob called last night to discuss the dire medical condition of his cat, Poco, and while on the phone managed to bring back all the nauseous emotions of the 2000 election. We could have had President Gore for these last four years. I know that some people my differ with me on this, but I truly believe he could have been one of the greats. How proud I would have been to see one of my people (i.e. - a total dork) in the White House.
Anyway, my visits to NY Times online and the DailyKos are reaching a terrifing rate. At least the Red Sox are allowing me to channel some of my nervous energy into something I can watch while drinking. Thank God!
Please, for the love of God, vote early and vote often.
I promise I'll be able to have a normal conversation again on November 3rd ("Again?" you ask. Shut up.)
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Triumph the Comic Insult Dog
I demand that you check out Triumph's vist to spin alley after the last debate (AKA: Poop Valhalla.)
via Wonkette
This entry is dedicated to Jenna Polk, who today entered the pantheon of TFA teachers smacked by a student. Welcome, Jenna. Don't press charges.
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October 20, 2004
Sure, they look harmless here but . . .
Oh, wait. They are harmless. Of course, they're a lot quieter in digital form.
No doubt I'm breaking many laws by posting pictures of my students online, but, um . . . look over there!! [runs away]
Third Period (Sixth Grade)
Fifth Period (Eighth Grade)
Seventh Period (Sixth Grade)
Today was jersey day, hence the very similar clothing styles.
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If only it had been multiple choice . . .
Well, the first quarter of the year is over. You know what that means: frantic grading the night before report cards get printed. While correcting a grammar test, I stumbled accross this gem.
Write each sentence in the space provided.Write an Article-Noun-Verb-Article-Noun sentence.
Mr. Courtney gets on my nerve.Write a sentence which contains an adjective.
Mrs. Polk [my alleged girlfriend] isn't nice.Write a sentence which contains a preposition.
They both are not nice.Write a sentence which contains an adverb.
Why did they go to Lucky Star [our local chinese restaurant]?Extra Credit: Write an Article-Adjective-Noun-Adverb-Verb-Preposition-Article-Adjective-Noun sentence.
Lucky Star is where two ugly people ate.
What's that? What did you say? I can't hear you on the other side of that achievement gap!!
Really, what bothers me the most is that she didn't even try to use an adverb. They're pretty tough, but still.
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October 19, 2004
YOU'RE KILLING ME!!
Sweet Jesus. Could the Red Sox make this any more painful? No, really, guys. Your wins don't hurt me enough. Try to up the stakes a little next time.
My God, people. Enough already.
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October 18, 2004
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People
I spoke at a candidate forum for Senator Lincoln today. The forum was sponsored by Amanda's sorority, so I kind of had an edge on the invite. It all went well although I had to go first and would have likes a little bit more time before I got up to the podium. It couldn't have been a friendlier audience, though, as it included, among others, the Senator's sixth grade teacher.
The true victory was in that everyone else was insane. No, you think I'm joking. Highlights include:
The final conclusion: sweet Jesus, this place is messed up.
Anyway, it was a good lesson in public speaking and in talking to crazy people without rolling ones eyes. It also kept me from getting school work done, which regular readers will recognize as one of my main criteria for a good time.
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October 17, 2004
Hey! You're that Irish guy from The Shawshank Redemption!
Yesterday was Professional Saturday, Teach for America's monthly meeting at which we all gather and pretend to have some miniscule sense of professionalism. Ha!
Anyway, afterwards I went on many adventures with Hannah, Kelly, and Brandon Winchester. A good time was had by all. Sadly I don't have time to tell you about all the drunken debauchery, raving lunacy, and crime busting that went on. All I have time to tell you is that I saw Morgan Freeman. I also saw a woman who looked a lot like Laura Bush, but, dude, Morgan Freeman! He was in a movie with Ashley Judd! Many movies actually!!
Morgan (after having laid eyes upon him, I feel comfortable calling him by his first name) owns Groundzero Blues Club in Clarksdale. Ground zero is notable for several reasons: (1) They are open after dark, unlike most of the delta, (2) they have beer and music, and (3) did I mention that Morgan Freeman owns the place?! He knows Ashley Judd!! Judd!!!
Sure, I'm excited now, but last night I was the picture of cool. So cool that I now have to go to court about some stupid "restraining order." What a loser!
Anyway, a good time was had. We got to write our names on the wall. Also, lots of nonsensical blathering. It's hard to stop Kelly once she gets her hands on a permenant marker.
MORGAN FREEMAN!!! ASHLEY JUDD!!!!
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Media: Technically it's still a plural noun.
Two things to check on the web today, both of which will make you cry for America.
Jon Stewart taking Crossfire to task. It's not so much funny as sad.
Ron Suskind on Bush's "faith based presidency." It's really nothing new; just another reminder of Bush's sheer incompetence on the job and his unfitness for the office in the first place. You know. The usual.
Stupid liberal media, with all its "facts" and "responsibility to tell the truth to the American people." Thank God it will all be outlawed soon!
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October 15, 2004
A Marginal Jew
Yesterday in school we started a(nother) fund raiser for the kids to raise money for the basketball court we're always on the verge of getting. If you don't hate capitalism already, you will once you've seen some horrible salesman whip a bunch a poor kids into a franzy over earning cheaply made prizes by seeling overpriced cookie dough.
Anyway, now all my kids want to sell me cookie dough. Last year I managed to dodge the bullet, but this year, as Lee County's most famous fake Jew, I wonder if I have a responsibility to shell out some cash in order to break a few long held stereotypes. Oy!
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October 14, 2004
Today
we began writing out letters to the President. Although I was thrilled to hear many students ask whether or not they could write to John Kerry instead (and only one student asked if he could write to complain about his teachers!) I was less than excited to learn that one of my students wanted to write to the governor of Massachusettes to "ban same sex." I felt hurt and betrayed as his teacher.
Ok, I lied. I was psyched!! It's brainwashing time!
"Same sex what?" I inquired. "Same sex bathrooms? Same sex football teams? What? It seems your little neo-fascist letter is breaking down already!" (ok, I just thought that last part.) Eventually I pointed out that he meant "ban same sex marriage" and not "ban gay people." Whatever. After also pointing out his tendency to read literally only certain points of the Bible and gently mocking his faith, I offered him the chance to change topics before he waded into ass kicking territory, but he stuck to his guns. Good for him.
He got his topic sentence pretty well written, but for his two details, he chose "All the other countries that have same sex marriage have failed," and "If we have same sex marriage, we'll follow them."
"Fool!" I shouted, "that's only one detail! You'll still need another!" He countered by pointing out that "it's just not right." I laughed comtemptuously and told him to choose another topic. Franticaly, he asked for time to ask his pastor. "Pathetic!" I cried. "Where's your messiah now?!" He started crying. I laughed harder.
That'll teach kids to express independent thought in my classroom!
[Ok, very little of that is true, but I'm allowed to talk shit because he's a good kid and will get an "A" on the project anyway.]
[By the time I'm done all my kids will be clamoring to set up as GSA. Hahaha!!]
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When life gets you down . . .
just reread the beginning of One Hundred Years of Solitude.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. Every year during the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village, and with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums they would display new inventions. First they brought the magnet. A heavy gypsy with an untamed beard and sparrow hands, who introduced himself as MelquÃades, put on a bold public demonstration of what he himself called the eighth wonder of the learned alchemists of Macedonia. He went from house to house dragging two metal ingots and everybody was amazed to see pots, pans, tongs, and braziers tumble down from their places and beams creak from the desperation of nails and screws trying to emerge, and even objects that had been lost for a long time appeared from where they had been searched for most and went dragging along in turbulent confusion behind Melquiades' magical irons. "Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."
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October 13, 2004
Kerry Eats Babies!
The debate tonight: awesome. Kerry is 3 for 3 and is going to rock out on November 2.
My favorite part, aside from the time Bush responded to a quetion by repeating an order for three bacon cheeseburgers and a Frosty he picked up on his radio transmitter, was the sign "Kerry Eats Babies" that was held behind Carlos Watson on CNN. I would like to point out that while Kerry may eat some babies it is Bush who flip-flops on the issue. He can't decided whether to eat children, or simply pound the crap out of them.
John Kerry: He defended America as a young man, and he will defend it while devouring your children. Thank you CNN.
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WHAM! and Genetics
Catherine sent me a nice article on homosexuality and genetics. Why do I post the link? Because I think it's true? Not really. Because I think it advances my political causes? Nope. Because of the gratuitous picture of singer George Michael which might as well be labled "George Michael: Fruitcake"? Yes, yes, yes!
For more on my treatise on gay rights, ask me on a non-school night after I've had a few drinks.
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October 12, 2004
I don't want to go to school tomorrow
Jeeze, what a whiner!
Since getting home I've gone jogging (it's pronounced "yogging") and watched CNN. Damn. I'm sorry. I have nothing interesting to say.
Oh, the aides at my school have decided that they are going to get me a girlfriend. I'm tired though, so I have nothing to say in response beyond, "good luck." I'll be funnier tomorrow. Or drunker. Maybe both.
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October 11, 2004
Girl on Girl!!
I couldn't even wait a day! Not with stuff like this out there:
The Republican Senate candidate in Oklahoma warns of "rampant" lesbianism in some schools in the state in a tape released Monday by his Democratic opponent.
[snip]
In the tape released by the campaign of Brad Carson, the Democratic candidate, Coburn says a campaign worker from Coalgate told him that "lesbianism is so rampant in some of the schools in southeast Oklahoma that they'll only let one girl go to the bathroom. Now think about it. Think about that issue. How is it that that's happened to us?"
I'm a little behind, so I know that all the good jokes are already taken. All I can say at this point is that Oklahoma is apparently a wonderland the likes of which I never could have imagined. We never have that much fun here.
[Seriously people: HOW DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOUR PARTY??? I mean, Jesus. At least we have the sense to make our crazies (Nader) a national joke. You keep trying to get them elected to the Senate. I'm all for a big tent and all, but who wants to share a tent with this crank?]
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I'm Back
Yes, I'm back. I know you all missed me. [Pause. Silence. Crickets chirp. A tumbleweed rolls past.]
Anyway, I'm back in Arkansas, the land of the free and the home of the uneducated, underemployed rednecks. And me.
Boston was kind of terrific. I'm going to bed, but suffice it to say that my family continues to impress me. I was seriosly considering moving back to Boston instead of DC come May until I realized that I have no idea what I'd do there. Eh. It's never stopped me before. It will be nice to be back in the northeast.
My grandfather's 80th birthday was a smashing success (I'd like to be in his position in another 57 years.) I also recieved my first book dedication from my cousin Annie. She created a book of questions for my classroom library which includes such doozies as "True or False: America has more than 20 states." I only fear that my students may not answer correctly.
Finally, I'd like to point out that how good I was at following the "No Politics" rule all weekend. I have a suspician that other members of the family called it the "Drew Rule" when I wasn't around.
Wow. This blog is reaching new heights of boringness. I promise I'll revert to off-color jibes at the Bush campaign again tomorrow.
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October 08, 2004
Dude, where's my pointless blog?
I'm out of town this weekend. It's my grandfather's 80th birthday, so I'll be in Boston celebrating, and probably getting a gay wedding while I'm there. I mean, it is Massachusettes after all.
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Deep Thoughts
I hate Bush SO MUCH!!!
UPDATE: Ok, I may have been a little over-dramatic in just how much Bush sucked last time. This time, I won't exagerate at all: Bush showed himself as the worst President ever! I mean Jesus, did his advisers tell him anything? My God, can that man whine!
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October 07, 2004
From the mouthes of babes . . .
Today, while writing essays on what we want to be when we grow up, I recieved the following gem:
Football is easy to spell, but hard to play.So true, man. So true.
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The Votes are In
Sure the Washington Post and Anthony Williams have endoresed the idea, but up until now, the true source of authority has remained silent. That time has ended.
I hereby declare: the new Washington Baseball team shall be named the "Grays." See the link above for the story (you non-DCers, you.)
Why should it be named the Grays? In honor of the great negro league champions? A nod to DC's predominatly black population? No, of course not. The name is just totally classy. None of this "Washington Wizards" crap for Drew! Alliteration is overrated! All the good teams are named after colors! Red Sox . . . Umm . . . Browns . . . Reds . . . ? Whatever. "Grays" is cooler than the other side of the pillow.
Anyway, I don't have a lot of brain power to devote to baseball. Right now I only know three things:
- The Red Sox rule!
- The Yankees suck!
- Beer at baseball games is foamy and delicious.
I'm willing to make it four if they get a good name. Otherwise, it's back to memorizing Belle and Sebastian lyrics for me!
Drew has spoken! Now, Sally, make it so!
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October 06, 2004
Dude
I have nothing to say today. Why don't you read this article on why The Real World is no longer any good (A- Yes, I said "no longer." Seasons 1-4, and 9 ruled! B- Yes, I have totally been watching.)
And let me also point out this article on the GOP South Carolina US Senate Candidate who says single pregnant women shouldn't be public school teachers. And don't even get him started on the gays!
While we're at it, here's another article in which Tom Delay gets admonished by the House Ethics Committee for the second time this week. If this happened to a Democrat, there'd be hell to pay. But since Delay being an immoral, criminal thug is old news, the media probably won't do too much. Welcome to the GOP! (Somewhere Dwight Eisenhower is spinning in his grave.)
And a question for discussion: Can I wear red pants? What if I mean to be ironic? What if they're on sale?
Stay beautiful, people.
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October 05, 2004
I hate don't love my job.
Um, that's all. I don't mean to bitch (haha! yes, I do!) but I'm just sick of this job. It's not the kids: I kind of like them. It's not Arkansas: I've grown use to it. It's not even the awful administration: although they suck. I'm just really sick of being bad at my job. I like to do things at least kind of well. I'm just not a very good teacher. It sucks to be so mediocre every day.
That's all. Oh, one more thing. They also took my door in the middle of class. It was broken, so I'm glad that it's going to get fixed, but now I have no door.
Now I'm done.
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EXTRA! EXTRA! John Edwards has great hair!
Several points about tonight's debate:
- John Edwards is so dreamy!
- Don't blame Dick Cheney for his pale complexion; sunlight causes him to burst into flame.
- Please stop making shit up, Mr. Vice President.
- Confidential to JE: Don't ever try to talk about same-sex marriage again. Bad news, man. Bad news.
- Gwen Ifell is adorable. She and John Edwards should have babies.
- John Edwards won. He is the king of the soundbite.
- Dick, please don't try to brag about No Child Left Behind. It makes me want to punch you.
- Dear Secret Sevice agent: I was just kidding. Jeeze, you guys have no sense of humor.
- Even I am getting sick of this election. Let's just vote tomorrow. That way the Supreme Court can get down to disenfranchizing voters right away.
- Hehehe. We are so going to win this election.
- Edwards children. So cute. You know Cheney wants to eat them.
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October 04, 2004
Kate has a blog too.
Kate has a blog. It's getting added over to the right. Also, here.
If you have a blog you want me to add, you should let me know. But don't suck!
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Drew's favorite Republican. For now . . .
I hope we all saw the NYT article on Lincoln Chafee.
For Mr. Chafee, who was a prep school buddy of the president's brother Jeb and whose father, the late Senator John Chafee, was close to the first President Bush, that day was the beginning of an estrangement with the president, whom he had worked to elect. In the months since, he has opposed Mr. Bush on everything from tax cuts to gay marriage and the war in Iraq. Now, this life-long Republican has concluded that he cannot cast his ballot for the leader of his party.
I have a theory. First, allow me to put on my tinfoil hat. There we go.
[conspiricy theory after the jump]
Chafee, fearing a well financed challenge from the right, resigns from the GOP well before the 2006 election. The Democrats don't run anyone against him. He wins. Later, over a set of late night cosmos at JRs, he and Jim Jeffords decide to start their own party. They name it the Patriot Party in honor of their favorite football team. A few shots of tequila and Susan Collins is in. Christopher Shays is in after a few tokes. A few tabs of X nets a few Democrats (Democrats will do anything when they're rolling.) The Patriots throw their weight left and right as they see fit. They rule the Senate with a socially progressive, fiscally conservative iron fist. Candidates line up around the block to run on the ticket. Some of them get elected. They become a force. The north takes back influence from the south. The Bills win the SuperBowl. Julianne Moore finally gets an Oscar. LA sinks into the sea. Rick Santorum gets sent to prison for voter fraud and learns the true meaning of his name.
Sure I may sound a little crazy, but a centrist third party is an idea to watch. Also, the CIA is reading my brain waves!!!
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October 03, 2004
In Praise of High Fidelity
Today was a moderatly productive day that felt pretty crappy all the way through. I did a lot of sitting and working very slowly working, not least of all because I somehow messed up my neck in the shower by trying to rinse my hair (those of you who have heard the I-dislocated-my-shoulder-at-prom story know of my inate ability to hurt myself without actually undertaking any physical action whatsoever.
[Ed: Today's entry is boring, so it's going to continue after the jump.]
As it was approaching panic time, (every Sunday night includes panic time, even when there's very little to do) Kate and I decided to work in front of a movie: High Fidelity.
Let me be clear. This movie is great. I mean, really, really great. In fact, in the spirit of the movie, I would place it in my top five, all time favorite movie list.
I just love how realistic it is (that's the wrong word isn't it?) Things turn out ok, but it's not romanticized. Relationships are hard, and good, and dangerous, and the measure of whether or not it was worth it is entirely in ones own head and therefore likely to change at any time. Any movie can make you want to be in a relationship. It takes something really good to make you want to be in a disfunctional, tenuous relationship. It makes you want to get dumped and then drink yourself silly and puke on your shoes. Ok, maybe that's just me.
The soundtrack is also great. If anyone (especially someone in the M&B office) knows where my copy of it or my copy of the Beta Band's 3 EP's is, that person should let me know immediately.
OK that's all.
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What does John Kerry need to win this election? More KIPP-style chants!
Allow me to point out that KIPP is the greatest school idea ever and makes me optimistic for America and ashamed of my own ineptitude in equal measure.
Yesterday I was excited to attend the voter registration rally in Helena. It was, in a single word, superultrafantabulous. Not only did the KIPPsters make me want to vote through their spirited chanting, the SFC (Steppers for Christ) made me want to give my soul to Jesus. Briefly. Something like 25 new voters were registered, which would warm the cockles of my heart if I wasn't the cranky bastard into which Lee County has transformed me.
Cranky-bastardness aside, there was a speaker from SNCC who told us about the 55 days he spent on death row in Mississippi for registering voters in the 1960s. I think, in his honor, if you don't vote in this election, I will kill you. No offense, but the idea that people can't wait in a ten minute line to do what this guy almost died for kind of makes me sick. So vote or die, baby.
After this, I drove down to Greenvill to see Chong-Hao who was in town for the day. It was nice. Good food. Good people. Good conversation. Good times. Long drive. It's nice to know that at least a few people in Texas don't suck.
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October 02, 2004
Catherine Rules!
That chick my brother is always hanging out with has her own blog. Blogs rule. Catherine rules. Catherine's blog rules. Don't argue with logic! (New link over on the right.)
Can we take a moment to marvel at the nice little blog-y community going on here? A new social network growing before your eyes! Quick! Someone write a sociology paper!
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Subject to Debate
School today hit a new low when I told a student, "Fine. You win. You are being so rude that I just don't care anymore. Here's a pass to your next class. Go. Go. Go." Score one for maturity.
After school I went to a great potluck in Helena where, as usual, I dispensed with the scary "strangers" and hung out with Hannah and Kelly. They raise an interesting question: If you could have a pocket sized person (a la Ringo Starr in Shining Time Station) who would that person be?
Although I orginally supported Hannah's choice of John Stewart, I now choose Sister Wendy, Roman Catholic nun and star of her own PBS series on art history. Think about it: gentle moral direction in the model of Jimminy Cricket, art facts for museum tours and cocktail parties, and all small enough to get sealed into an eyeglass case when the opportunity for serious sinning arises. What can I say? I love that nun.
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