"Fire is motion / Work is repetition / This is my document / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all we've done / We are all all defenses."

- Cap'N Jazz, "Oh Messy Life," Analphabetapolothology

Saturday, November 28, 2009

rusticate

(verb)
definition: to go or send to the country.

example: I am going to enjoy my winter vacation in rustication. Destination Rustication.

I am homesick for my old Kentucky home...

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in other word-related news: my laptop's dictionary just tried to tell me there was no such word as "fustigate." incredulous, i resorted to the internets, which confirmed my suspicion that yes, the word exists, and furthermore, it means "to beat with a club; cudgel."

now with your broadened knowledge of the English lexicon, go forth and wield hefty conversations!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

comfortably numb

at school, the wednesday before thanksgiving, 2 hrs after the kids have all gone home.

typing with one hand, eating a banana with the other.


the teacher next door to me is singing really loud to "Comfortably Numb" while, ostensibly, moving the furniture in his classroom. occasionally, he pauses to whistle the refrains.

Monday, November 23, 2009

a south central thanksgiving


i had my advisory students make "hand-turkeys" and write letters of thanks-giving to loved ones. they turned out really well. my student andrew gave me permission to share what he did:

dear dad,
im thankful for giving me a roof over my head. thank you for making money to leave food on the table and clothes on my back.

dear mom, i'm thankful for all the thing you do for me like doing your best to get us to move for a better life.

dear grandmah cristina,
i'm thankful for opening your doors to me because you know that south central is a bad area.

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and other turkeys my students created:



find something to be thankful for,
and give thanks,
stef

Sunday, November 22, 2009

trout fishing in america


(click on img for a higher res version)

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

reality bites

theofficeohword:  crabcakes:  Michael: Ok, so dig this. You’re on the street, and one of your gang disses you.Darryl: Oh my goodness.Michael: Yeah. Right. So what do you do to get ‘em to make it right?Darryl: Well, see, um, in the gang world, we use something called fluffy fingers.Michael: What is that?Darryl: That’s when someone really gets in your face, you know you just, start ticklin’ ‘em.Michael: Really?Darryl: Yeah. And he starts tickling you. And pretty soon you laughing and hugging. Before you know it, you’ve forgotten the whole thing. Y’all just go to church together, and get an ice cream cone. Michael: I would have never thought that gangs would be tickling each other.Darryl: Oh, it’s effective.         i’m so glad Michael Scott doesn’t live in south central. i’m pretty sure he’d have been shanked by one of my 6th graders by now.
Michael:
Ok, so dig this. You’re on the street, and one of your gang disses you.
Darryl:
Oh my goodness.
Michael:
Yeah. Right. So what do you do to get ‘em to make it right?
Darryl:
Well, see, um, in the gang world, we use something called fluffy fingers.
Michael:
What is that?
Darryl:
That’s when someone really gets in your face, you know you just, start ticklin’ ‘em.
Michael:
Really?
Darryl:
Yeah. And he starts tickling you. And pretty soon you laughing and hugging. Before you know it, you’ve forgotten the whole thing. Y’all just go to church together, and get an ice cream cone.
Michael:
I would have never thought that gangs would be tickling each other.
Darryl:
Oh, it’s effective.

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i’m so glad Michael Scott doesn’t live in south central. i’m pretty sure he’d have been shanked by one of my 6th graders by now.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009