This is sooo weirdly…weird. Really? Bury me with some dignity please.
Month: April 2010
my to-do list
who doesn’t like cookies?
too cute
some yang for the yin
more things I like…
you know what?
I had an interesting experience in my evening composition classes. I teach two sections of what most people know as Freshman Composition I. It’s a challenging class during the day. Add to the mix the likelihood that the majority of my students are older adults returning to school after years of raising kids and working full time, and the difficulty grows exponentially. I have to compete with the kids who are constantly textmessaging and the older folks freaking out because I expect them to submit their papers to an on-line plagiarism detection site and they can’t handle the technology. And to think I used to believe the challenge was getting them to back up their work.
Last night’s lesson revolved around the creation of effective thesis statements. Ladies and gentlemen, I have been doing this for almost 25 years. I can create an academic thesis statement on any mundane insipid topic you throw at me. I can write about healthcare, war, and ice cream.
I discovered last night that I can do this in 140 characters or less.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Are you kidding me? Has Twitter affected the way I write? I’m a little depressed. And a lot amused. Sadly, only a couple of people got it when I did my little dance of incredulity. Oh well.
As a result, I present to you this neat little video that might get you thinking about your own social media use.
I love dandelions
I can take a hint
I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.Audrey Hepburn
How lovely, not only to laugh, but to do so in the midst of chaos.
The practice of goodness is accompanied by spontaneous spiritual joy and moral beauty. [CCC 2500]
I think too much…
I spent the entire drive home contemplating naming residential developments.
I know, weird. It started when I saw the sign for Poplar Falls. Not only are there no poplars in an area infested with Bradford Pears, but there are no falls. Unless you count the drainage pipe that feeds the water retention pond.
So that got me to thinking: who gets to name the residential developments?
Is there some random name generator like my superhero name: Radioactive Midget (um, really, I’m not short).
Or my Mafia name: Jimmy “the Hips” Costello (I’m a little suspicious here–can they see me?).
On second thought, now it totally makes sense. I passed Falls with no falls, Springs with no springs, a Bluff with no cliffs, and of course, my favorite, Woods, with no trees.
These developers have no moral compass. It starts with a little neighborhood with a fancy name, and before you know it, we have universal healthcare.







