Saturday, February 24, 2007

And another thing . . .

Something I hate: when they edit previews for movies so that it 'sounds' like the actors are responding to the voice over announcer. Example: (VO) Don't miss this year's best comedy! (Actor in movie in random scene) You better not!

Childish.

Something I love: bread. I finally figured out if I were living on a desert island and I could only have 1 food the rest of my life, it would be fresh bread. Dave's was ice cream, and I think that's bogus. I still stipulate that it must be one kind of ice cream if that's his food. My former pick was potatoes, but I had no argument against Dave's picks because technically mashed potatoes and baked potatoes are different food items. But now, I'll say fresh Italian bread and leave it at that. I could eat that forever. Suck on that, Dave.

New Yorker

I 'borrowed' this New Yorker from my gym the other day so that I could finish an article I was reading. It was one of those articles about a school in a poor area which is underachieving and one man's quest to fix it. This one man was a newly appointed member to run a whole school district consisting of 150 schools or so. The article was about 16 pages long (and they were long pages) and I followed a few hopeful students on their journey as they tried to stand apart while also supporting their families, etc. It was a very typical article, well written, except that the school closed (they talked about how they would reopen it restructured), and the students we followed all but gave up hope. I was upset. I mean, that's the way it actually is out there, I'm not a big fan of Hollywood endings, I was just hoping that the article would give me insight on turning around a school. Maybe a model to follow. I was also hoping it ended well so I could xerox it and give it to my principal. Nope. I was also kind of upset that I read the whole thing and learned very little. Felt like a waste of time.

One thing I did like was from one of the 'hopeless students'. She's into poetry and wrote this good phrase about her life:

Go home be ashamed
foodstamps to medicaid
poor slang hustlas
we are all each other customers
boys go from apple jacks to weed sacks
fast.

Also reminded me of Def Poetry Jam which is starting a new season again. Such a good show.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

I've come a long way

It's just struck me how much I've changed since my youth. I'm just sitting here eating some Kit Kats. They are the fun size (misnomer). I used to eat it by breaking them apart, eating them one at a time. Now, I just eat it as if the whole were a bar. I think previously I was coerced by the 'Gimme a break' commercials of yore. Members of the commercials would say the line and then break one of the bars off. As I sit on my computer, watching American Idol on the couch I enjoy with my feet up after a long day of work and picking up Kelly from her dental extravaganza, I realize I need to eat Kit Kat differently. I don't have the patience to break off the bars. I want a candy bar, I'm gonna fuckin' eat one. FYI-Kit Kats are underrated by far. Simple. Enjoyable. Leaves you with a satisfying feeling when done. Moreso than Snickers in my opinion. Snickers, while it is a more hefty bar, and I do enjoy the nougat, but the peanuts are a stretch for me. They combine with the nougat and caramel to create a sticky, bumpy mixture in my molars.

By the way, cliches bother me. Not because I hate it when people use them but, in fact, just the opposite. I think sometimes when I'm trying to avoid a cliche I search and find words that may not be right simply to avoid the possible perfect phrasing of a cliche; catch-22. For example, I was thinking about describing the Kit Kats and saying how much I enjoyed the silky milk chocolate but then I didn't. It was cliche. But that's what it was to me. Go fig.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Yesterday

I had ketchup on my face for most of the day.

I had a beer in the shower. It's been too long.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Drahmah

Just wanted to share a moment from my drama class today. My students were playing a game you may recognize from Whose Line or improv shows: two people are onstage, given a situation, and each are also given 4 or so random sentences the audience wrote down. Of course with high school students, they are usually involving sex, penises, homosexuality, or butts/buttcracks. During the scene the actors must remove the lines (which they have not read) one at a time, read them at various times and make it make sense.

Anyway, the situation was two friends fighting over the same girl. One of my most talented actors was in there, reached in his pocket, pulled out the paper that says, "I have a small penis." He did not laugh, said the line, people laughed, he stayed in character, stood up, pointed at his scene partner and yelled, "it's frickin' SMALL!"

Proud teacher moment.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

My Life is Like . . .

a simile.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Couple of links if you have a minute

Pretty good impersonation of Bob Dylan:
http://www.superdeluxe.com/sd/contentDetail.do?id=D81F2344BF5AC7BBCB527A16E29DBD1B3E00117445392387

Funniest interview on the planet:
http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1736215/

13 Photographs that changed the world:
http://www.neatorama.com/2007/01/02/13-photographs-that-changed-the-world/

This is quite impressive:
http://gorillamask.net/mariolive.shtml

My bad

So, I'm gonna try to update this much more. Truthfully, I can't think of anything in particular to write at the moment, so I'll keep it short. Also, I'm not too positive anyone reads it anymore. I'll try to spice things up, again, avoiding total bitch-fests.

In the theme of the previous posts:

Something I hate: When someone says, "Well, you'll either you like it or you won't," referring to anything. No, shit.

Something I love: Good fake porn titles. Attila the Hung. Life doesn't get much better than that.