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This is a place where I will write about things. Things that I like. Things that I like to write about. These things may be, but are not limited to: Gnosis, comedy, my adventures as a high school teacher in a large U.S. city, god, music, film, society, culture, communication, and lentils. And sports. Some sports too.
Chris Christie is standing on the Atlantic City pier demanding an audience with Sandy. But even his hot air can’t turn her away. He flings his arms to the heavens and cries, “get back, get back you she-devil, for I shan’t suffer another moment. Let MY PEOPLE GO!”
Sandy, unmoved by Governor Christie’s display charges on. Christie whimpers, “Oh Sandy…”
Ayn Rand was a prophet! Her unfinished book, unearthed…
Dear Governor Cuomo,
I don’t understand, Apple. This is like Kleenex suing everyone who makes a white, paper napkin. You say you’re the avant garde, the standard to be emulated, and other developers make a device inspired by your form factor and you sue. How many variations can there be for a touch phone design? You just don’t like that they make something based on a more open system that lies outside the gated community of the iCult.
It must be August, for the dreams have begun….
When I was student-teaching a high school class, my mentor told me I should move around the room. Keep active. Make myself even bigger than I am. I assume this was to 1. engage the kids and 2. manage the classroom.
It’s something I took to heart and I’ve been trying to do it in my classroom ever since. Sometimes kids say, “yo, mista, you move around too much” when I speak loudly to the class from a point right next to them as they are sleeping.
Well, I had this dream last night. I was teaching in a lecture hall. I was still trying to move around the room like I normally would. Of course, as the dream unfolded I found that the lecture hall size shifted; it became larger. So now a typical lecture hall, in a way that only can happen in the warped universe of dreams, shifted anywhere from the size of Radio City Music Hall to Yankee Stadium.
And here I am, breathlessly lecturing my class (I know, too teacher-dominated, not student-centered enough…) hopping from row to row, frantically trying to keep them engaged. Mind you I had no lesson plan.
Then the bell rang and I had to pick up my things and get to a classroom in a different building by the next period.
Then there was the dream about Osama Bin Laden. To make a long story short, I was doing a college-type group project and he was one of my partners. We decided to “let him off the hook” for the project and give him the grade we got so long as we didn’t have to work with him. We then told the nearest soldier (because they’re always nearby in Crazytown dream-world) who launched some sort of a missile strike in the general direction where Osama headed. Strange post-apocalyptic urban warfare ensued and I was picking off would be attackers from a perch atop some mound unwittingly fueling the fires of a greater war.
You can’t make this stuff up. But you do.
236 years ago a group of forward-thinking, progressive rebels decided to break ties with a government they believed to be corrupt and indifferent to their needs as citizens. Influenced by Locke, Voltaire, Rousseau, Montesquieu, et al, they set out to create a government that protected the natural rights of all citizens against the tyranny of the privileged. They set out to safeguard the avenues of free thought — education and the free press. Hopefully those ideas will find a renewal on this anniversary of their commitment.
mmpb:
RIP to a man who was in a band powerful enough to turn goat piss into gasoline.
“No play make sad. Draw on TV.” @Jeremy_roenick #NYRplayoffs #xokp http://instagr.am/p/KEMTtMGLw_/
Picked up this replica of Offermann Stadium on the web. Out was my grandfather’s favorite place to watch a ballgame. To hear him talk about it was almost like being there. #xokp http://instagr.am/p/J0YYZGGL1d/
So Carl Hagelin hits Daniel Alfredsson without intent and injures him. Hagelin, with no prior major penalties, is suspended 3 games. Chris Neil, a dirty player in the middle of every scrap, plows into Brian Boyle, a player the senators have been targeting all series, and injures him. No suspension. What a joke.
Beloved made some lentil soup… / on Instagram http://instagr.am/p/JvZGJjmLz2/
I can think of allot of things to do with my hands when I have mad feelings. / on Instagram http://instagr.am/p/JtFR1GGL9U/
Rosebud / on Instagram http://instagr.am/p/JrF_wAGL8S/