Image Courtesy of DeviantArt.com He asks me what do I have against "love" and I tell him nothing. He looks at me like I’m a wounded puppy crying on the side of the highway in pain; his eyes are a question mark: Somebody broke your heart. I don’t know that anybody makes it to my [...]
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Yield…Rant Ahead…Proceed With Caution…
Rant ahead...Proceed with caution...Inconsiderateness pisses me off, and tonight I’m pissed off.My blood pressure is in the clouds. They might call it a silent killer but the weight of my head yells at me to calm down. Which I can’t. I can’t because my neighbors, a popular hometown eatery, are having a concert that seems to [...]
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Just Dropping By To Say Hi
Computer's still down; just thought I'd say hi. Okay, bye. I know I sound like a really bad love note right now. So, really, bye.
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Tales from the land of my life…
1. I received an intercampus email that one of our students died in a car accident. Followed up by an absentee notice for one of my own students who had “been involved in a car accident.” I tried to find out the details, watching the news and scanning it in the local paper. The [...]
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disclaimer: this is only a draft
THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT…THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT… You sounding like this shit is the wheel and stuff; like it’s gon’ change the world.” Nino Brown to G-Money New Jack City, 1992 __________________________________________________________________ I’m working on an essay that correlates [...]
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Bending, Bent, Broke
animation courtesy of Google Images A couple of years ago a man walked in front of my moving truck in an attempt to commit suicide. (Him attempting; me—well my truck—interfering). Making that kind of contact with a human body is a not a feeling that you can really describe easily, or at all. My foot [...]
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Wild dreams are the ones most worth dreaming.
It's official. I'm going abroad this summer! Twice. Yay! First to Jamaica to get several shades browner, eat something jerked, curried, or otherwise tropically spiced, and pick up a few doo-dads to look at in the winter when I'm sitting in my living room thinking of how sucky my life is at that moment. [...]
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I Called It Spring Fever Yesterday, But It’s Not
Willem van Aelst, 1626, oil on canvas I called it Spring Fever, but it’s not. It’s a kind of burn out that should not be happening to me after so few years in the classroom. I admit that I’m kind of a restless type. Five years of anything—people, places, things—is usually the limit of [...]
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Spring Fever
Class 1: 7 students Class 2: 10 students Class 3: 10 students; 2 late enough to be ignored on the roll. Diagnosis: Spring Fever It’s not the weather. Today was cold like it forgot March 21 has come and gone. But it’s here. It’s that time of year and that state of mind and [...]
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What Kind of Fuckery Is This?
I borrow from Amy Winehouse. Check her out. She's hotness and I don't mean like hot trash on a muggy August afternoon but like the chick that got you staring at the phone, willing it to ring, blowing in your palms and sniffing like that's the reason... I'm scared of people who have child porn [...]
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