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| I forgot my password to my myspace account. That is no good. Here's the update if you care: I got a job at John Adams Middle School teaching Spanish. I have no idea why I thought Spanish was a good career path, but here I am. The Colts lost, but there's hope. Harrison didn't play. He's good. People like to double team him. Addai is a champ. How many yards? 200+. That's a lot. Other thoughts: The new iPod Nano is small. Is it unfortunate that Apple takes indie music and makes it mainstream? But is it? One, Two, Three, Four, my name is Feist and I'm famous... Music is my boyfriend. Music is my boyfriend. Music is John Madden, Music is my boyfriend. Music is my porch on fire, music is coporate merger. Music is my boyfriend. Music is my Monday afternoon. Music is my can't wait. Music is my hookup. Music is my you get the idea. I have students that have replaced "retarded" for "not good". I think that that is the funniest thing ever. Think about it. Everytime that you say retarded, say not good. Eventually, not good will mean retarded. Amazing. 8th grade geniuses. | | |
| Today is the last day of Spring Break for us here at SMMUSD. Kevin decided not to go east of Lincoln (the street about 7 blocks from the beach) and especially not east of the 405 which is about 3 miles east of the beach. Today is also the 60th anniversary of Jackie Robinson's first major league start for the Dodgers. Though the Dodgers have moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles, I donned my blue and white today reminding my self that these colors don't run these colors mix. We also decided to change the name of the 405 to the Jackie Robinson freeway today, so we're going east of it. | | |
| Do yourself a favor and read the funniest book ever, A Man Without a Country by Kurt Vonnegut. Here's a teaser for you: "There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity-the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, "Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end." When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, "You're a man now." So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it." Buy it! | | |
| Lots of good stuff today. I walked through the canals, grilled some burgers, and bottled Batch Four. Proof of Batch Four's existence: 
This is Kevin tasting unready Batch Four. 
Now we just have to wait for two weeks for our ESB to be ready. | | |
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