Every single week Ducky walks in wearing something velvet up top and a different pair of converse high tops on his feet -- all of which are missing the tongues. What does he do with all the tongues?
Ducky: You are really into my tongueless shoes, I noticed. Do you want to touch my feet?
Me: No.
D: Stroke the hair on my foot?
Me: Still no.
D: Come over to my paaaaaaaaad? I will keep my shoes on.
Me: Not even tempting. No.
How to get through grad school as an unwilling participant while teaching and perhaps taking one's sanity by the reins.
3.15.2006
3.10.2006
What the *#&@ is Up With Global Warming?
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So it's Friday night, 8pm when I come out of work in a tshirt and a wee hoodie and sandals (because you really can't freeze the hopeful out of me).... And having shooed children from a double feature in our after-school movie club to work I step into 40 degrees and thick ass SNOW on all the cars and the streets in my part of SF .... My feet freeze in protest as I run around and I'm laughing so hard I almost pee while neighborhood youth make snow angels for the first time. The crazy global-warming cold snap left it fabulously peaceful here and I never wanted to come home, especially after downing lots of warming mulled wine. I don’t doubt that means it has been 70 degrees on the East Coast. And imagine that my live-in brother looks at me when I get home and says - snow? It didn’t snow here today..... (I live about 3 miles, or 10 minutes MUNI, from my school....)
Lunacy in the Excelsior.
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