ode to a 70 inch t.v.

Yes, it is an obvious Chuck Norris cheaty mcsteal..but due to my Olympic fever..I could not resist...

MICHAEL PHELPS FACTS:

Water drinks Michael Phelps.

Every time you see a shooting star you are really watching Michael Phelps train in space.

If you look into the eye of a hurricane you will see Michael Phelps swimming.

Sure Jesus walked on water, but Michael Phelps swims through land.

Newborn dolphins learn to swim by watching footage of Michael Phelps.

too silly and brills to resist...

Had an amazing night of Sally's cooking, fabulous wine, and my favorite of all dogs- Blue...

Jackie leaves Friday for The Huckleberry House in San Rafael...mourning already but sending her off with bagels and coffee early morning.....

ode to a school day

sleep, snooze, coffee.
coffee, vocab, bell.
bell, quiz, breathe.
breathe, vocab, bell.
bell, breathe, yell.
yell, scream, sigh.
sigh, lock, home.
home, wine, sleep.
sleep, snooze, coffee.

finally

So, yesterday was one of those days when I felt like all the hard work, long hours, verbal abuse and general ridiculousness of teaching, truly paid off.

We created an inspiring choral found poem using the first hand account of a wounded soldier during WW1. We also got into a few different debates about war and crimes against humanity. They stepped it up and I left refreshed and invigorated.

This weekend: Going away party for Josh Paili tonight
Sat: Ikea with Eric, brunch at Joans (yum) and drinks with all the girls for Shawn's arrival.
Sun: sleep. sleep. sleep.

old lady

my back is out. i have watched 14 hours of television. miserable and resorting to doing actual work.

lazy day

Spent yesterday eating brunch, visiting LACMA, and ordering in Vietnamese food with friends. BCAM (The Broad Museum Of Contemporary Art) has just opened next to LACMA but tickets for entrance are still sold out until mid-week. Walked through all of the old galleries in the permanent collection and was pleasantly surprised to see some old friends: two versions of Brancusi's "Bird in Space" as well as a beautiful room of Giacometti's that I forgot LACMA has always housed. The new space, although apparently scathingly criticized by the New York Times, was airy and monumental. Chris Burden's new conceptual piece, a hypostle-hall like maze of street lamps was lovely and glowing as dusk fell.

After a few hours exploring the galleries, Meaghan and I headed back to the apartment for wine and pho. Today- lounging around the house drinking coffee, reading, and watching bad tv. About to take a stroll down Melrose to people watch and grab a bit of sunshine...

grassies

A picture from our last kickball game.