archives for March 2009
spinnerface: part II
Monday 23 March 2009 | I like a cookie
I gotta letter from the govamint the other day I opened and read it it said they were suckas— [public enemy, "black steel in the hour of chaos"] It’s late Monday morning, three weeks ago, and the Brujo and I are loafing and inviting our souls in the backyard, because he has a rare day [...]
spinnerface: part I
Saturday 21 March 2009 | I like a cookie
Circa 3 am. I wake slick with sweat from a ghost-nightmare but for a long time am too scared to move, let alone open my eyes. After about half an hour I peek around. There aren’t any angry ghosts, just a fluffy warm black cat and the Brujo, who’s making all kinds of burbly sleepy [...]
ingredients of a classic teaching nightmare; or, classroom management? don’t make me laugh.
Wednesday 18 March 2009 | 5 cookies in the jar
1. Fluctuating class size. You start the dream-class with the usual number of students, but every time you look up, there are more…and more…until there are hundreds, maybe even thousands…kind of like zombies. 2. Ever-increasing class size means relocating to one or more improvised classrooms/hallways/bathrooms/football stadiums/etc. Sometimes the class is split into two or more [...]
read ‘ingredients of a classic teaching nightmare; or, classroom management? don’t make me laugh.’
typewriter
Wednesday 11 March 2009 | 2 cookies in the jar
And of course I just had to go look and of course here is one for $45. Free shipping! And probably mice have been living in it for decades and the carriage return is frozen solid and all the type bars are permanently glued in place. Nonetheless I place its picture here in hushed reverence, [...]
although
Wednesday 11 March 2009 | I like a cookie
I could watch movies I actually want to see. Oh temptation is everywhere. PS and look how much the beloved Smith Corona would cost now! I don’t even know where mine went. A thrift store? One of the Republican’s Mamacita’s infinite-capacity closets? Must be careful, this could lead to eBay behaviour.
sabbath
Wednesday 11 March 2009 | someone left a cookie
I meant, I really meant, to make this ten-day spring break have no computers in it, or anyway no online computers. (Yesterday I reconditioned the Brujo’s infinitely dithery laptop, purged it of its bandwidth-devouring cactus porn to a point where you can actually type without waiting for the letters to appear s-l-o-w-l-y one at a [...]
redaction
Monday 9 March 2009 | 7 cookies in the jar
Apologies for earlier hand-wringing and soprano-keening. Backup and subsequent upgrade to WP 2.7 has gone without hitch, and thus there’s now this Autosave feature which should make the loss of five hours’ so-called labor a thing of the past. Should. Though in fact the rule is always, Always, ALWAYS write your posts in a text [...]
enter a messenger with two heads and a hand
Monday 9 March 2009 | I like a cookie
Okay. Calmer now. I retched but didn’t actually hurl, wept on the phone to Mandarin (who just got back from a week in the bosom of her family and should have by all rights been weeping all over me), and am philosophically eating leftover fried rice, leftover pizza, and a blueberry yogurt, and considering taking [...]
read ‘enter a messenger with two heads and a hand’
exit, pursued by a bear
Monday 9 March 2009 | 7 cookies in the jar
So it has come to our attention that pretty much nothing has been coming to our attention for quite some time now. Call it spring fever; call it spring break; call it scapular dyskinesia with a pinched radial nerve; call it a ten-day course of prednisone and twice-a-week physical therapy—call it what you will, or [...]
