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When fishing wait for the big one

It's not that I haven't wanted to post.  Or had given up on my on creation.  It's never that.  I had to wait.  For the perfect posting.  The kind that pops up on facebook every once and a while.  The where I've been post.  I'm amazed that facebook has become so pervasive in our world.  People who have facebooks sometimes surprise me.  Generally, hippies.  Hippies already are highly amusing.  And hippies on facebook are the best.  I still operate under the belief that hippies rejected technology.  I understand that is a totally false belief.  But still, it seems accurate that if you love fringe and long hair. You might not love the internet.  Or know how to turn on a computer.  Clearly, I'm dead wrong.  Why?  Because tons of hippies use facebook.  Or crunchy people or naturalists.  Whatever.

I'm trying to protect the innocent....

Recent Status update:Hey everybody, I'm home safe and sound. If you didn't know I've been in the woods on life centering orientation for school for the past three weeks. Sorry if you were unaware and thought I was being my typical out of touch person. But I'm back so holler at yo boy.

I love the mixture of total bizarro hippy ritual with hip hop lingo.  It's a nice mash up of two popular 

styles among certain types guys.  But lame facebook.  You don't work in the woods.  They say that 

facebook effects study habits.  I read an article somewhere about some chick who was blaming her 

face book addiction for failing a class.  I guess our friend didn't want to be distracted from life 

centering by seeing who had liked his last post.  But thank god he has a platform to the let the world 

know.  I am Centered for Life!  Ready to take on school.  And all that jazz.  Hilarious.  Thanks news  

feed.  Somedays you really bring it for me.  

I'm not ready to address the recent face book changes.  All I know is the site doesn't work on google 

chrome anymore.  So deleting my page becomes even more tempting.  Til then...a la prochaine!

  

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Keep reinventing yourself

I vacillate between philosophies about people and their ability to change.  Sometimes I think people can change and become someone completely different.  Other times I'm inclined to believe that no one changes ever.  Perhaps that's why people talk about reinventing themselves.

  Adapt.  Even adaptations take generations to occur.  Let's wax philosophique about this all day.  Lately I've been noticing an adaptation or change on my facebook newsfeed.  Sign into facebook and some people are letting me peek into their early morning sunday thoughts.  Scroll down and inevitably I find out about someone's recent engagement or wedding or first child....or second.  Yikes!  I'm happy for everyone.  But what is going on?  I know it's the age.  But really?  It seems excessive.  Probably because most of those things are outside my realm of experience right now.  And I'm not unhappy.  In fact, I'm very happy.  But I sign on facebook start perusing my newsfeed and bam...feelings of inadequacy start to creep in.

  So....this blog is long neglected.  I never got a real purpose.  And I refuse to write too much about myself.  That's too scary.  Therefore, the next several entries of my little piece of the internet is going to be geared towards all the things I'd never know about (and probably wouldn't care to know about) if not for facebook.  All the while posing the underlying question.  Do I delete my account?  


  I'll keep it anonymous to protect the innocent.  But for now.  Rest my friends, from all that you labor.  On this final holiday of summer.  A la prochaine! 

Summer? What Summer?

Fans...if you even still exist.  At this point it has become obvious I am not a blogger.  I have witticisms.  I have thoughts.  Joys.  Theories.  Lovely brain nuggets to share with the world.  But mostly they stay in my head.  Or I recite them to myself in the car as I drive to or from work.  Since I live my life in school years.  September is my January...or more appropriately late August.  The 23rd to be exact is my January 1st.

  It's taken six years of teaching for me to realize that late August-November can be the hardest part of my year.  August is my January.  Fresh start.  New beginnings.  Accompanied by total chaos.  Did I mention I love tweens.  I read an article tonight about a shirt JC Penny's just yanked off the shelves that said, "I'm to pretty to do my homework so my brother does it for me"  or something to that effect.  Clearly the shirt was geared towards the tweens.  Possibly the MOST impressionable age group.  Actually, I most work with the newly minted teens.  Just barely 13 year olds with a smattering of 14 year olds.  Today as I paused to catch my breath in the 2nd week of school I thought of this song.

No more promises fans.  But I will try to keep this webspace FRESH.  My summer was good.  How about you?  Did you do what you set out to do?  I'm missing 4 wisdom teeth but I don't feel much dumber.

A la prochaine!

Summer Solstice

Yesterday was the summer solstice.  It was also about a month since I updated the ole internet writing space.  My own personal web log stardate 2011 22 July...or something like that.

But fans, I am moved to post because I am mad.  At the internet and the people who use it to hide.  Or be passive aggressive.  Or in lieu of any type of human interaction.  I don't want to expound on all these thoughts of my mind grapes right now.  But I do think it's ReeeDICKulous what people feel the need to comment about and post on the internet.  Granted you may ask...what about you? 

I've tried being cyberfashioned for over a year now.  My updates are regular.  My observations aren't always spot on.  It's because some things I actually do the old fashioned way.  Like talk to people when I have a problem.  Resolve conflicts without being passive aggressive and posting about it on the internet. 

I can't really delve into anymore details then I'm just as bad as the people who do that kind of stuff in the first place.  But if I'm ever face to face with someone like that again I will say:  "My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father...PREPARE TO DIE".

A la prochaine!

Followthrough

I was lamenting recently...because I do that a lot.  Lament.  About the state of our nation.  HA.  No.  I was lamenting about the lack of follow through at my current job.  Well, I don't want to lay all the blame on my current position.  I think the education world overall suffers from a lack of follow through.  I mean HEY, they even wrote a cliche about it.  "Easier said that done."  And gosh isn't that true.  People in education like to talk a lot.  I mean duh.  Teachers talk.  It's part of the learning process.  I like to put some motion into my talking.  Which is sort of like FOLLOW THROUGH.  Then my energetic friend reminded me that somebody even wrote a song about it.

                                                         See!  Hear!!

While I don't love that song.  I do love it's message.  Which brings me to my next rant about the beloved SouthWORST airlines.  If you're an avid fan of the my cyber musings you may recall the April Vacation debacle that was put in motion by my delayed SouthWORST flight.  Luckily, (or so I thought) my ticket was fully refunded.  I just had to wait 4 weeks for the credit to my bank account.  As I'm sure you can imagine fans that time has passed.  And still no money.  Why?  No follow through. 
  Yesterday I called the SouthWORST customer helpline and they had no record of my refund.  They could see that I hadn't taken the flight and that it had been delayed over two hours.  But no money.  Now I have to go through a completely different channel to resubmit my refund.  Fantastic. 

  Last night I wrote most of this post and it got deleted.  Today...because I want to emulate the power of follow through.  Finish what I started and keep tabs on it until completion.  I could write an entire script based on what my students say while I listen to them talk.  But alas, I must attend to other things.  More updates soon!

A la prochaine!