Tuesday, August 17, 2010


This afternoon, I came home and opened the back door. Judy wanted to explore her own backyard. She quietly sat down and drank a glass of water. She walked around the porch. She brought her Mermaid Barbie out for a moment. At some point clothing became a nuisance, so Judy ran upstairs and stripped off her outfit of shorts and tank top and changed into her very soft pajama pants.

I turned on a children's music channel for ambient music. I began sauteing an onion for risotto. Judy insisted on stirring, regardless of my warnings about oil splatters. We stirred together. Judy washed a spatula. She washed it again. And again. Most of the washing was merely her running her hands back and forth underneath running water. I am sure it felt nice.

Judy returned outdoors. She ran through the grass in bare feet. She stood on top of her small sandbox lid and shouted, "Mama, I wanna sand." I lifted the lid and she dove right in. Her toes dug deep into the cool sand, and she buried her legs by scooping handful after handful of sand over them. Soon she filled a watering can with sand. She poured it out into the sand, watching all of the grains fall out and listening to the "shhhhhh" sound of the sand falling through the plastic sieve.

Judy soon perched herself on the large backyard swing. She poured sand out of the can and over her toes as she gently rocked back and forth. She turned to me and smiled. I cried.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Another School Year

Another time to resolve to do better.

Better reach my ESL students.

Better prepare my lessons.

Better stay caught up on grading.

Better get everything ready for my long-term sub.

Better perfect the Yearbook.

Better keep personal and private lives separate.

Better pass that f-ing PDD!

Last week we had a couple of pointless meetings, and a bit of time to prepare for the return of students. I succeeded in moving all of the clutter from the classroom into my office. Now I just need to get the office organized. Eventually.

I had two sets of students on Friday, as that is our "jump-start" day for freshpersons. I have to say, as much as I was dreading returning to work this fall, seeing their excited faces gave me a bit of hope. They were interested and much more motivated than the students I had last year. I'm hoping that this lasts the year, but that largely depends on how I address the curriculum.

One more better: better try to keep track of my experience this year.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Dear James Cameron

I really loved Terminator 2. It was awesome. I was a teen when Leo stole my heart in Titanic. Aliens was an interesting combination of sci-fi and horror, and there have been countless imitators of that genre.

But that all does not change the fact that Avatar is not some great story. The real feat was what you did with the special effects. Your use of 3-D technology has changed the landscape of American Cinema forever.


There are some (most?) movies that should not be 3-D. Step Up 3D, Clash of the Titans, Toy Story 3, Shrek, Smurfs, Yogi Bear, etc. Because of the fetish your experiment exposed, every crappy movie that comes to my small town is offered on 2 screens. One for 3D and one for 2D. This means that of the 18 available screens in my area, at most I will have 9 movies to choose from. Of those nine, at least 2 will be dedicated to the newest fart-misogyny fest with Adam Sandler or someone similar, and 2 will be dedicated to some crappy re-do of a movie from the 80s that no one was nostalgic for, but Hollywood made anyway because it's easier than trying something new.

And I know, I am bitching about you trying something new, and it's not you really. Just the "buzz" your new technology created, and the fact that everyone else wants to use it because "Hey, it worked for James Cameron! Let's get rich too!"

So please, next time you decide to revolutionize the industry, do it with something that won't be so gratuitously abused. Like original scripts and well rounded characters. Maybe you could even make a movie about a woman who isn't sexy and helpful, or a person of color who isn't a stereotype. We can all bet that the rest of Hollywood won't soon try to mimic that.

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Old enough to know better, young enough to change.