When do the Winter Olympics come on? I need uber-inspirational slow-motion human interest montages like, YESTERDAY. Come on Bobby Costas. Don’t be holdin’ out on me.
The blogs of my friends and semi-friends were full of golden treasure nuggets this weekend. Including this, which is particularly suited for those of you who drink Red Bull.
I am currently grading 28 essays written by high school seniors. 500 words or less of “I am unique because…” A tragic number of these essays start out with The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines ‘unique’ as…or There are 6.5 billion people in the world…
Oddly, two of them begin I am unique because I said so. I sympathize with Fred moreso than ever before.
But! there is great joy in the provocative essay, which lies just at the bottom of the stack, I’m sure.
In the meantime, last night. Many came over to gather around our large wooden table. I drank a bit too much, and as a result, Seth has perfected a dramatic interpretation of my journalists friends and me as we socialize.
In this demonstration, seth takes a long, hard drag of an imaginary cigarette and squints his eyes a bit, barking “fucking city council…”
He then proceeds to complain about low wages, inept city leaders and late meetings.
Not to give Chris too many references in this post, but words from about six months ago haunt me this evening: Hello, you delightful 45-year old who makes children cry by your presence.
In other news, on Monday morning I have exactly five minutes face-to-face with the coach of next year’s national championship team.
Do you have any words for Jim you’d like to pass along? While I was soliciting questions, one friend suggested. without skipping a beat, that I ask him his opinion on the perm.
Stay tuned for the next post titled: 9:05 to 9:10 – the story behind the laughter.
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