All right, all right. I have a serious question for you folks.
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life and times of the girl anachronism.
A lazy Saturday. I'm reading JP II's "Love and Responsibility."
So, the other day, I knocked over and broke a lamp. Never one to pass up an opportunity to use life's lemons to make some shite lemonade, I strung christmas lights around the lampshade and plugged those in instead. So, instead of being a transient monument to my klutziness, the lamp is now ob-jay-dar (that's American for objet d'art)!
And some days...you wander out of Mass, full of God and coffee, and on the way home, wonder what it would be like to give lesson planning a miss, and just book it top speed, driving East (Aslan came from the East), across deserts and mountains, with no destination in mind.
the lesson of the moth
i was talking to a moth
the other evening
he was trying to break into an electric light bulb
and fry himself on the wires
why do you fellows
pull this stunt i asked him
because it is the conventional
thing for moths or why
if that had been an uncovered
candle instead of an electric
light bulb you would now
be a small unsightly cinder
have you no sense
plenty of it he answered
but at times we get tired
of using it
we get bored with the routine
and crave beauty
and excitement
fire is beautiful
and we know that if we get
too close it will kill us
but what does that matter
it is better to be happy
for a moment
and be burned up with beauty
than to live a long time
and be bored all the while
so we wad all our life up
into one little roll
and then we shoot the roll
that is what life is for
it is better to be a part of beauty
for one instant and then cease to
exist than to exist forever
and never be a part of beauty
our attitude toward life
is come easy go easy
we are like human beings
used to be before they became
too civilized to enjoy themselves
and before i could argue him
out of his philosophy
he went and immolated himself
on a patent cigar lighter
i do not agree with him
myself i would rather have
half the happiness and twice
the longevity
but at the same time i wish
there was something i wanted
as badly as he wanted to fry himself
- archy (don marquis)
The change machines were broken at my usual laundromat. So I had to haul my clothes to the other side of town...to hell's laundromat. Hell's laundromat does not seem to have a name; the sign out front has lost all lettering. The facilities are filthy, deserted, and covered in tacky fake wood paneling. A mangy chihuahua, with scabs on its forehead, wandered through the aisles; the patrons were mostly disheveled women who looked as if they had lost all will to live.
Gosh, Thomas Aquinas College was a strange place to go through the collegiate experience.
I'm heading to a graduation this weekend at the alma mater. There are a lot of people graduating from various places in the next few weeks...the process of college graduation marks for some (heh, not all) the final drop-kick into the proverbial realm of real life. So. Ahem. As an AGED, and VENERABLE spinster, of SPOTLESS REPUTATION and CONSIDERABLE LEARNING, I feel it my duty to impart to you young people some advice:
sixth grade
Car adventures, part the second:
reason why I am a bad person, #4858:
I had a fun conversation after Mass today; one of the parents waylaid me to talk about her darling son, who we'll call Rico Suave. Rico is a high school freshman---a sweet kid, just a bit talkative, scatterbrained, and more into carrying a guitar around and chatting up the ladies than the doing of algebra homework (hence my secret nickname for him). Rico is one of my favorite students, and will play "Stairway to Heaven" for me on his guitar whenever I want. Anyway, his mom was trying to think of ways to motivate Rico's scholastic efforts. I suggested that failing to turn in homework should be punished with washing my car. Rico's mom thought this was a great idea. So, in other news, I have free carwashing for life...or until young Rico passes Algebra II, whichever...