On my continued quest to remain sort of focused on one theme, or whatever, guiding principle this semester, I have been thinking about this-Who would I want to say thanks to, like hey, you contributed this thing to my life I found really useful, just wanted to give you props.
So I am jogging this morning on the river trail (awesome) because I chose to go there because I am doing intervals on Wednesdays (not awesome) so I figure I would have a treat and actually drive (not awesome) somewhere nice to run (awesome). Well the thing is on this particular section of the trail (and I will so totally blame YOU Clarkston, Washington!) there are not only a lot of squirrels, but these fuckers are demanding. It's like running a gauntlet of nasty vermin fuzzy tailed pan handlers. There is a misguided underground movement over there (I have spied the members, and they were not wearing even synchronized t shirts or badges of any sort-totally dressed as civilians) of People Who Feed Squirrels. Maybe someone once told them that squirrels were cute and they believed it. It starts with this and ends up with a nation of millions dressed in matching pajamas or whatever. Watch. The point is I freaking hate squirrels and I do not appreciate them approaching me with the expectation that I will toss them food, or spare change, or whatever. They are rats with fuzzy tails who would just as soon eat their way through the walls of your house to use your clothing as nesting materials as they procreate in your crawlspace and eat your food at will. They have no regard for your hard earned money or personal space. They are evil conniving parasites.
Anyway, because of this, I realized that there are some people who I really would not want to spend time with (hate) who I would include on my shout out list.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Do as I do?
I like the preachers who make me feel like they're in it with me. Not the ones who are like priests, i feel like they are looking down on me and it makes me feel like shit and that I am never going to get anywhere or be good or redeemed in any way because I am shit, essentially. The preachers who connect the Bible to their struggles, failures and successes, they encourage me, give me hope. I get the feeling like I have a task to work on when the sermons over, and that task is entirely doable.
So I like a preacher that's like a good teacher, or is like the teacher I strive to be. Let's cut the shenanigans my people, as a teacher I have more knowledge in my bucket, more training on how to seek and evaluate knowledge, but I go through the same processes you do to learn. So let's help each other out, I say. Let's recognize that we are in it together.
So I am back on the blog as I am so lucky to have a new crop of students with this assignment every semester and it forces me to try again to get on track, to do as I do and not as I say. I set the timer for ten minutes this morning, burning to get to the computer and type away, even though I have a frantic amount of stuff to do and if I don't get it done, I will appear to my students and colleagues as "disorganized" and "scatterbrained." Whateves, I say to that, if you can't take a step back and see the gestalt of my organizational scheme, and recognize that my seeming lack of attention is actually a hyper-attention, well to you I say whateves.
So I start again, I think this semester I am going to focus on a single topic: Notes to those who I want to thank before I die. So maybe that will lead to some cool stories and maybe I will change my topic if I get a flow that takes me elsewhere.
With that I have 22 seconds left and I have to make copies and whatnot. But the goal of my scribbling, or an added goal of my scribbling in my notebook will be this topic.
So I like a preacher that's like a good teacher, or is like the teacher I strive to be. Let's cut the shenanigans my people, as a teacher I have more knowledge in my bucket, more training on how to seek and evaluate knowledge, but I go through the same processes you do to learn. So let's help each other out, I say. Let's recognize that we are in it together.
So I am back on the blog as I am so lucky to have a new crop of students with this assignment every semester and it forces me to try again to get on track, to do as I do and not as I say. I set the timer for ten minutes this morning, burning to get to the computer and type away, even though I have a frantic amount of stuff to do and if I don't get it done, I will appear to my students and colleagues as "disorganized" and "scatterbrained." Whateves, I say to that, if you can't take a step back and see the gestalt of my organizational scheme, and recognize that my seeming lack of attention is actually a hyper-attention, well to you I say whateves.
So I start again, I think this semester I am going to focus on a single topic: Notes to those who I want to thank before I die. So maybe that will lead to some cool stories and maybe I will change my topic if I get a flow that takes me elsewhere.
With that I have 22 seconds left and I have to make copies and whatnot. But the goal of my scribbling, or an added goal of my scribbling in my notebook will be this topic.
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