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Monday 18 August 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
Don’t you just hate it when you ditch the very first day of school because you’re all nauseated and groggy from painkillers (and because you were insomniac the night before and stayed up reading The Sunlight Dialogues, which is, incidentally, a mess, if a big grand Gardnerian mess, and not nearly the novel October Light is, though it certainly has its moments, buried in the hundreds of nearly unedited pages) and then you, like, accidentally, somehow, sort of buy a used 2007 Bernette for $100 plus shipping?
Yeah, me too. I totally hate that.
[Addendum: Okay, belay that—not that The Sunlight Dialogues isn’t a mess, because it is, a great big ginormous seething grit-lit MESS; but that I’m buying this sweet little thang, because I DO NOT NEED another entry-level sewing machine; and if I were to spend any more money on sewing it would have to be a full-blown Bernina, which this ain’t; and besides and more to the point I could acquire an EYEPOPPING amount of fabric for $120. Hmp.]
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Which is all the essential premise behind Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Minus the sewing machine thingy of course.
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Recreant teaching associate: Then where is my Mia Sara?! Because the Brujo taught pre-calc all day like a good boy. And I gather there’s some swelling, murmurous discord against the proposed humanities re-org (putting film with area studies, etc.), which frankly made me just as happy not to attend the annual department
waste of time, excuse me, meeting.Though I assume you, golden boy, had a front row seat—does it feel good to don the tweed jacket with its suede elbow patches, after a long LA summer of being a Mad Man? The pay’s not as good of course but the conversation is, dare I venture, far superior.
The Sunlight Dialogues link leads to a great quote from Isaiah 56:10. Thought for the morning: If the first act of God, as some believe, was to speak, why is spiritual ignorance often referred to as blindness rather than deafness?
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Pert-reply editress: Because Aquinas was apparently a visual learner.
Yup. Hate that.
Waste of time perhaps, but for my dollar you can’t get better entertainment value. A room full of pent-up hostility spontaneously released on two hapless presenters who clearly had no idea when they woke up that morning they were about to be tarred and feathered.
It was like I was back in madvertising all over again. But I was wearing shorts (too hot for tweed) and no one got hit in the head with a stapler.
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Recreant editor: Well, if you didn’t have to pay for parking, it probably was good clean wholesome fun. Although if no one gets hit in the head with a red Swingline, how much fun can really be had? I put it to you.