Sunday, July 31, 2005

summertime blues

it's a terminal case
nothing to do
it's a hopeless chase
the days are sad; few

here's july
thirty-one
summer'll die
the end of fun

a good teacher friend
compared our summers
to one weekend:
the sunday bummers

june was like a friday
let's start the fun
relax and waste away
summer's just begun

july, it was a saturday
just got midway through
though we had some time to play
what came next we knew

august is the sunday
of what was weekend bliss
no buffer between work and play
all that's left is this:

minute by minute, no more cushion
draggin heels, pullin and pushin
don't want to see this good time go
wishin time would stop, or slow

playin singin dancin laughin with all our might,
good lord, what's happened? suddenly sunday night
i gotta get up tomorrow morning
do i deserve such sorrow, such mourning?

but here's what makes it okay
seein those kids on the very first day
the first weeks of august i've stapled, shelved, and prepared
no escaping now, but who'd want to? i'm not scared.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

mishaps

i went to see wedding crashers tonight... it was funny as funny can be. well worth the money. afterwards, the person i went with, lisa, got calls from a couple people who were out on the town, so we stopped by a couple places of business to pay calls on them. one of said people left one of said places, and on her way to another said place, she hit a telephone pole (one of those tall wooden cylindrical things that hold up wires used on those old fashioned "wire phones") with her car. i think she only lost her left turn signal light. she shouldn't have been driving, i'll tell you that much. i didn't drive at all today, except to drive my neighbor to walgreens where i helped her figure out how to print her digital pictures. then i drove her there again to pick up said pictures. she paid 12.00 for 40 pictures. someone tell me whether that was a good deal. i don't know. it was 29 cents per print, to be exact.

my cat is scratching the couch on which i am sitting. it's okay, it was given to me by a bradley hall director back in 1998, bradley housing was updating the furniture then, so i got to keep this little love seat... guess what is sitting next to me on this loveseat... laundry that needs folding.

well, that's enough rambling for tonight. i have to go squirt food out of my wisdom-teeth-holes.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

stuck pigs do it hard-core

whenever you do something "to the extreme," which i should not need to remind some people, is the extent to which vanilla ice rocks the mic [rophone], you are doing it the way a stuck pig would do it.

i don't know how a stuck pig differs from an unstuck pig, but people use the phrase "... like a stuck pig" to say that something was happening to the utmost extent.

in to kill a mockingbird, bob ewell testifies that his mayella was yellin' like a stuck pig, and the judge immediately warns him to watch his language. i started to wonder how a stuck pig referred to something obsene. i'm gonna look that up.

okay, most hits on google turned up with 'bleeding' like a stuck pig... so a pig on the butcher block may be said to have been "stuck" with a knife in the throat. i don't know what's obsene about that...

but so people are using "stuck pig" in other instances, like

screaming like a ...
kicking like a ...
crying like a ...
running like a ...


seems like stuck pigs do a lotta stuff before they ever get to dying.

angels in america

was a weird movie, and i've only seen the first dvd disc of it, which lasted 3 hours. stars al pacino & other people. wow, it was trippy.

my mouth hasn't hurt at all about the wisdom teeth, i've just been tired cuz of taking penicillin and ibuprofen so much. today i went to class and was dizzy driving to morton, luckily we meet our carpool people there, and it wasn't my turn to drive the rest of the way. once in morton, i cashed in on 2 whoppers for $3. i ate both of them alarmingly quickly. i just asked for them with no onion, cuz i figured if any part of a whopper was gonna get stuck in my gaping tooth-holes, it would be chunks of onions. but yeah, i think antibiotics make you hungry. i've been eating like a pig. class was rather boring, but i think i might go to mexico next summer, more on that later.

then tonight, i went to the peoria chiefs game with angie, casey and jenny... nomar garciaparra was playing for the chiefs to exercise his groin. i think his groin is probably better now, and he'll be playin' for the cubs again in no time. you need a healthy groin to play baseball.

Monday, July 25, 2005

feelings & theories after HP & the HBP

SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!! DON'T READ THIS ENTRY IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED HARRY POTTER & THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE


okay, all through the book, i was thinking that lily potter was the hbp... cuz slughorn kept saying that harry was just like his mother, especially the way he 'achieved' in potions, and the HBP's old potions book was helping harry achieve in potions... i never thought it was snape until, i don't remember when it finally occurred to me, but it was stupidly close to when the book came out and said it.

the fact that snape turned out to be the HBP didn't seem to mean much in this book, but perhaps later on. in book 1, snape is muttering a counter-curse to quirrell's curse when quirrell is trying to kill harry on his broom. it seems, though, that he was doing this without the knowledge of anyone. so, when he turned out to be a loyal death-eater, i wondered why he didn't let harry die, even if it was right under dumbledore's nose... he could have played dumb and said he didn't know what to do.

when snape kills dumbledore, i was reading that part and honestly didn't know which way that was gonna go. honestly. but i am still not convinced that snape is a loyal death eater. here's what i think might have happened: from book 5, we know that harry can't use the forbidden curse on anyone, let alone voldemort, until he 'means it.' what would help harry to mean it more than for dumbledore to be killed by a death eater? so perhaps dumbledore told snape to kill him so that harry could face voldemort. no, that doesn't work, because all of the horcruxes haven't been found, and dumbledore would've wanted to finish those off before setting harry off on his own. (the horcruxes hafta be destroyed before voldemort can be truly killed.)

okay, throughout the book, dumbledore is showing harry old memories of early voldemort. while he is introducing harry to a particular memory that is dumbledore's personal memory, he says he thinks harry will find it 'accurate and detailed'... back in book 5, harry saw a memory of snape's in which his father, godfather, and their friend lupin were not nice people. perhaps dumbledore's little aside about accuracy was foreshadowing harry finding out that his father and his friends were not that bad... maybe snape did something bad to them first, and that was left out of the memory...

i wonder who's gonna teach defense against the dark arts next year?
i wonder if mcgonagal will be the new headmaster of the school?
i wonder how harry will decide that he should go back to school for his 7th year?
i wonder if harry & ginny will get back together?
i wonder if dumbledore is really dead? if sirius is really dead?
will malfoy come to the good side, or be tortured & embarrassed by the death eaters...


in lord of the rings, one of the fellowship members says that "gandalf had fallen into shadow," and that's exactly what sirius did, he fell behind a mysterious curtain. gandalf arose after fierce battle with an evil spirit. will sirius reemerge? it seems like he has to!

just a few things...

first of all, for anyone who doesn't know, penicillin is tasty in a bad way. i would never say it is not tasty, because it certainly has a taste. as people would say in Newspeak, in 1984, "it is ungood." which leads be to second of all, i'm reading, by personal request, 1984. within the first few pages, the book refers to a 'new language' which is defined with etymology in an appendix to the book. so, rather than going on to page 5 or whatever, i'm reading the appendix (299-312) so i can understand this language.

the reason i'm using penicillin is cuz i had my wisdom teeth taken out today... angie, this girl i know :), took care of me for the day by not letting me walk or drive into traffic, shopping for liquids for me to consume (in the blistering heat and no ac in her car), and renting a happy/sad movie for us to watch, and keeping me on the meds i'm supposed to have. what a good person. and after she dropped me off at my house today, she realized i didn't have the pudding and jello cups she bought me, so she came all the way back to bring them to me. wow.

okay, and no one is finishing the harry potter book so i can talk to them... angie, roberta, bethany, thomas blah blah blah, they all haven't finished it... the only person i know who's finished it is rae, and i forgot to ask her about it tonight when she called. so, i'm all alone, afraid to spoil anyone's reading and so unable to discuss the book. i think i'll put it in a 'draft entry' and then publish it after people finish reading. just hafta be careful not to publish it on accident too soon.

oh, dave matthews is awesome. we saw the DMB at alpine valley last night, (me, angie, terri, dan & janel). it was cool, but actually really humid and hot. and crowded. but the music was good. my favorite song they played was 'you never know'

just a part of the song...
'spinning on the wind
the leaf fell from the limb...
but everyday should be a
good day to die...
don't lose the dreams inside your head
they'll only be there till your dead
dream...
all fall down
it won't be so long now
every fire dies
i find it hard to explain
how i got here
i think i can i think i can
then again i will falter
dream little darlin' dream'

and here's a link to a site i found that has cool pictures, it seems to be a private site, but i don't think this person would mind if i linked to her pictures, they are awesome, especially the moth & the snail!

Friday, July 22, 2005

when i wrote the last entry about finances affecting people to frustration, anxiety... i thought of that being a cause of violence. so i googled 'reasons for violence'. i found this conservative website that is the antithesis of what i was thinking:

on my way to this site, i saw one person claiming that taking 'religion' out of school was the reason for violence, and i was thinking, that's wrong. totally wrong. i think i got into more fights when i was at CCD because of frustration caused by not wanting to be there... i mean, it's after school, you get bused over to the private catholic school, and some volunteer lady is taking up your cartoon time.

anyway, i don't think religion in school causes violence, but i certainly don't think it prevents it.

but then i got to the website i referred to earlier, and wow, how wrong can you get... i'd give you what i thought, but why don't you just go there if you wanna read about it:

lotsa wrong things

when this person writes that violence has been proven not to be spawned by economic reasons by the low crime rates during the depression... okay, first of all, weren't a lot of people suffering then? so like, you're not going to go rob your neighbor who has nothing... and now, when the gap between rich and poor is huger than ever, being poor is just downright enraging.

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http://www.osjspm.org/101_wealth.htm#3
Source: Edward N. Wolff, "Recent Trends in Wealth Ownership, 1983-1998," April 2000. Table 2. Available on the website of the Jerome Levy Economics Institute at www.levy.org/docs/wrkpap/papers/300.html


anyway, i like how this conservative guy rounds up his arguments with a quote of Jeffrey Dahmer touting religion. yeah, next time i want to argue for justice or peace or anything good, i'm gonna quote jeffrey dahmer, and maybe gw bush too.

always a worrier

in talking to someone recently about a problem not too uncommon, i realized emotions i have time to time are not too uncommon.

when a person is wanting for something... like a material thing, or otherwise, even... and there seems to be no relief coming soon, whatever you do, you feel uneasy. you feel anxious. i seem to feel anxious or down even if i don't always realize that it's because of a specific thing that i want or i'm waiting for.

being young and sometimes irresponsible (right, sometimes), i will occasionally bounce a check and, having no savings, won't have anything to cover the overdraft until i get paid. for the time, i am just irritable, and i forget why. of course i never forget that i am waiting for money. my stomach suffers most, i think, holding it tight and tensing up all the time.

then there's books for the classroom, i'd always like more books in there, but i can't spend all my money on that.

now, someone who doesn't get paid as much as me, and who's then left wanting more often and for more things than i do, their gonna be irritable and uneasy anxious even more than me, unless they're better at handling it than i am.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

if i had a time-turner

if i had it to do over again, i would save harry potter #6 and read it right when #7 is going to come out. i am just depressed, and i don't believe i've ever been this down about a book... i gotta go to class soon...

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

don't know what to think

well, i finished the book. i can't go into detail cuz of other people who will not like to find out endings... however, when i finished, i was compelled to find out what other readers were saying, and the ending is all over the internet if you type in the right things... like even if you type: 'book 6', it will come up with various sites that will take you through a play-by-play of the whole book. so beware, if ya don't wanna know what happens before you get a chance to read it yourself...

i am, like lotsa people, down about the ending... but, i get to go see dave matthews band this weekend! so that's exciting.

okay, here's a picture my mom sent as a forward from someone else. i don't like to send forwards, but i will post it here, cuz i like it.

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Monday, July 18, 2005

oh yeah

i noticed today that the word auburn begins with the periodic table abbreviation for gold...
autumn has au in it also, but i think it's actually part of the root aut- for death. i gotta get a dictionary with etymology in it.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

half-blood prince...

i've just begun chapter 9, called 'the half-blood prince' in the book by the same name... so far, there are some surprises. i'd be further along in reading if i hadn't gone to the cubs game yesterday... don't get me wrong, i was happy to go to the game. it was loads of fun, even though i didn't watch any of the game. we were too busy talking and goofing around for me to watch at all. also, when i went to the bathroom it took a long time to get in & out...even with the trough-style bathrooms at wrigley field.

we even got there in time to get one of the 10,000 hats they were handing out. it was awesome.

Friday, July 15, 2005

back to life (part 3)

also this week, i had to do an observation. i had to go to the mall in bloomington and sit somewhere and observe as though i were an alien or completely new to the mall scene. here's that, if ya wanna read it... it's really boring, but i haven't written in the blog in a while, and i thought i'd prove that i have been writing!!

3:11 The spinning circular object (MGR) plays instrumental of “Meet me in St. Louis.” Man in Tan (MT) looks at me for what seems a few seconds, and smiles. I am about 50 ft. away from him. I sit on a bench. Between me and the MGR there are 3 benches that follow the outline of the MGR. MT has glasses, he wears a tan button-down shirt and faded jeans. He sits on a chair, leaning on a podium. He sits at an opening in the gate that surrounds the MGR.
Two ladies check the sign that says “Directory.” They point to different parts of the sign and then head off to the right. A green shirt lady sips a drink, stops and looks toward the sign that says “Famous Barr.” Then she looks at her watch, and then back in the direction of the “Famous Barr” sign. She walks to the right, and this is not the direction of Famous Barr. (Was there something she didn’t have time for?? She looked at her watch.)
When the MGR stops spinning, the MT uses a fluffy feather duster outside of the MGR. (I wonder if he needs to keep it clean. I wonder if he thinks I am somehow inspecting his MGR and I want it to be clean.)
MT walks slowly back to his tall chair and shuffles some papers around. The papers are on a podium in front of his chair. His legs are crossed and when he walked it was kind of a slow hobble. Now he sits hunching.
A woman with a bright orange and red striped shirt (ORS) sits on the bench in front of me. It is 30 feet from me. She has short gray hair. A man with gray hair GHM sits on a different bench with a girl. She sips from a cup that says “ICEE”. This girl appears to be about 10 years old, she sits quietly, not bouncing around, but smiles at GHM. ORS, the GHM, and the girl are all facing the MGH. The girl hands the man the ‘ICEE’ cup and he drinks some. The girl has a plastic bag with a box in it. The print on the bag is not visible to me.
3:20 A woman with a denim shirt and black fabric bag stops and looks at the MGR. The MGR is not spinning right now. The woman walks away. Why did she look at the MGR and walk away? Was she meeting people here? Was she thinking about the MGR? Had she been considering getting on the MGR like the kids?
Teenage girls walk by; a girl in a pink shirt says to a girl in a blue shirt, “You like the guy in green!” Blue shirt responds, “I didn’t say that!” The MGR starts spinning again. The girl with the ICEE has gotten on the MGR while I was listening to the teenage girls. Now GHM sits on the bench alone, and holds the plastic bag and the ICEE cup. The girl sits on a bench on the MGR and it begins to spin. She sits on the bench facing outward; I can see her face as she passes and then disappears on the far side of the MGR and then she comes back again. She sits with her legs up on the bench on the MGR. There are other places where kids have been sitting, animal shaped seats. Why has this girl chosen a bench and not an animal seat? She smiles at GHM and then reaches down and pulls on the tail of the horse seat in front of her. Now a gray haired woman GHW sits next to the GHM. Did they know each other? Where was she? Did they meet here? A white shirted woman (WS) has sat next to ORS woman now. They talk to each other, but I can’t hear their words. I can hear the voice of WS but not of ORS. ORS has gray hair, and WS has brown hair. They are both heavy-set, with similar body shapes. (Are they related?)
3:26 Two strollers approach OM. One small girl, one baby, one boy. The boy tells OM he is 9 years old(9YR). The 9YR wears a cut-off gray t-shirt. The small girl is shouting, “Horsey, horsey!!” A teenaged girl pushes one of the strollers with the infant in it. Who was in the other stroller? Was the small girl in there? There is a woman with the teenaged girl and she pushes the other stroller. The MGR stops. The woman gives 9YR something and he sings “Thank you, Gramma!” The boy gives the something to OM and the OM opens the gate. The ICEE girl walks out of the gate, and 9YR and the small girl, walk in and onto the MGR.
“I’m in a wace!” the small girl repeatedly shouts, in a loud, high-pitched voice. She looks backward from her seat on the MGR. She sees her brother and turns again, bounces up and down on her seat and holds the strap around the horse’s neck. Gramma talks to teenaged girl, who holds the infant now. The teenaged girl sways as she holds the infant.
A man with blue and black hat on (B&B) talks to a man and a woman in a booth. The booth has a sign on it: “Sunglass Hut.” B&B is outside the booth, leaning on the counter. Under the counter, behind glass, there are many pairs of sunglasses. I believe the booth is there for people to sell sunglasses, because no person needs all those sunglasses for themselves. Maybe people buy sunglasses at this booth. Is the man there to get sunglasses? Is he there to talk to friends? A woman with a toddler on her hip sways looking at the MGR. She walks away. Was she considering a ride on the MGR?
3:32 I smell something good, it smells like when my dad makes fresh bread. Is someone making bread here? I can’t see where there is any bread. I also smell the ICY-HOT I put on my neck before driving out to ISU.
I hear, when the MGR stops spinning, popular music playing overhead. Also, over my head there is a window in the ceiling. It is very bright here where I sit. There are also many small lights in the ceiling. It is kind of humid in this area, and maybe 70 degrees.
The MGR was stopped, and now a boy is on the carousel. He has black hair and tanned skin. People he is with, two women, one holding a small child. All of them have black hair and dark skin. One of the women wears a maroon t-shirt, one wears a blue one. A pregnant lady walks by with a purse, gazing around at signs on the walls. She walks in the direction of the big sign that says “SEARS.”
A woman walks by with two children, heading toward SEARS. ORS and WS are still on the same bench as before. I wonder what else they are doing here? Are they just here to see the MGR? The MGR is very colorful, and with all the children coming and going, maybe they are entertained by sitting and watching. The MGR stops spinning.
3:38 Boy gets on black horse. He is blonde with a black shirt. He holds on to pole with both hands. A girl gets on a white bunny seat. She also holds on tight. She is blond with a tank-top on. She chews something and stares ahead of her. Boy has dropped his hands to the horse’s mane. Several women, throughout my sitting here, have approached with children, stop and stand and then leave. Why do they do this?
A man has joined the two women with black hair, the infant and the little boy. He also has black hair and dark skin. There is a small carton that says “Tropicana” on it. The man drinks from a skinny orange can, then smiles at the boy. He has pushed a shopping cart over to the others.
OM asks children who come to him what their name is and how old they are. When MGR stops, he says, “Okay guys, thank you. Hope you enjoyed the ride. Thank you. Smiles as they leave. To children going in he says, “Are you ready?”
3:45 A group of purple shirted ladies talk together and look at the sign that says “Directory.” A woman in an orange shirt OSW talks to OM. The boy she came with is on the MGR. She and OM smile and nod while talking together.
A group of girls and boys behind me talk and shout. One says, “She likes you!” Another shouts, “He likes you!” I feel uncomfortable having all this shouting behind me. I don’t feel comfortable looking back though, they might leave or think I am nosy.
Woman walks by with a cup that says “Gloria Jeans.” I wish I’d remembered there was a Gloria Jeans here! I would have gotten a coffee!
GHM, GHW, and the girl with them have left. The OSW goes away with the boy after the MGR stops spinning and they have gotten off. “Mommy,” he says, “I wanna make a wish!” OSW says, “We can’t make a wish. I don’t think they have a wishing well.”
ORS and WS walk away together. WS hobbles, her face looks like my sisters’ faces, and they are mentally handicapped. Is WS mentally handicapped?
Two dark-skinned boys with bald heads stop to talk to OM. Two dark-skinned women approach the boys and OM. OM lets one boy ride free, the other pays $1.50. OM: “They raised the price a quarter, so I’ll let you ride one of ‘em free.”
Another woman stops with three kids. OM asks their ages.
Man with flowery shirt straddles a bench in front of me. He watches people walk by. He has gray hair, there is no one with him.
The dark-skinned women sit on a bench with a stroller in front of them. “Bye-bye, thank you,” says OM. One of the women says, “Okay, let’s go.” New kids get on. The woman who came with these kids sits on a bench. She waves when the kids are visible.

No one has seemed to notice me much. The OM looks at me once in a while. He yawns frequently, but talks animatedly to kids and he smiles. People mostly ignore me, but I guess by sitting here, I’ve kept people from using this particular bench.
4:03 The area seems clean and full of new-looking things. The walls next to me are plain white. There is no trash laying on the ground. Other than the people who are here, I don’t see signs of people having been here. The carpeting is unraveling at the edges.
MGR stops spinning. The people behind me leave (Finally, I was getting irritated!) One touches against the bench I sit on while he walks by. He looks at my notebook and then in my eyes.
4:06. The MGR stops. Woman says to young boy, “Say thank you.” Boy tosses his head back and says, “Thank you,” over his shoulder.
4:07 Very quiet suddenly. Empty benches (except mine). OM reads newspaper. There is a different person in the booth at Sunglass Hut. I didn’t see her arrive or the others leave.
People came here today to walk around this place. If they were kids, they were likely to get on the MGR. The OM was there to sit on that chair and let people in and out of the gated area to get on and off the MGR. Some of the kids’ played the role of getting on the MGR. The MGR was there to spin and have kids get on it, and because the kids would wave at the parents, smile and shout, it seems that this was a recreational purpose.
People were welcome to sit on the benches and watch the MGR. Because of the conversation where the OM said he would let one boy ride for free and the other would pay $1.50, it seems that only people with money could get in to ride the MGR. It also seems that children are more welcome on the MGR, and smaller children are likely to sit on an animal, whereas a larger child is more likely to sit on a bench. None of the near-adult children rode on the MGR, so it seems the smaller the child, the more likely to ride on the MGR. Unless, of course, the child is an infant, because none of the infants in this area went on the MGR. The OM is in charge. He tells people when they can get on the MGR. He gets to open the gate and close the gate. It seems that if anyone had control over when the MGR stopped, it was the OM, because he was the only person there the whole time, and the MGR started and stopped periodically the whole time. However, it could be that the riders somehow could start the MGR spinning and stop it when they wanted to. This does not seem likely, because every time the MGR stopped, all the children got off, and all new children got on. No children ever got back on after getting off the MGR. So I would say the OM was the one in charge of the MGR.
The adults either gave the OM something, or they gave it to the children to give to the OM. Something was always given to the OM before children were admitted, and it always came originally from the adult. I would therefore say that the children had to wait on permission from the adult in the form of something to give to the OM in return for a ride.
The discourse in this area seems to be to have fun and pass time. The children laugh, smile and shout. The OM smiles as he talks to the children. The adults wave to their respective children. A sign on the gate near the MGR read:
Carousel Memories
This exhibit represents a unique & irreplaceable
heritage & provides important context outside a
museum for people to experience not just the art
but the magic of an antique children’s carousel.

It seems that children have fun on the carousel, and as the sign suggests, art and magic are conducted through the use of this “Carousel.” The MGR, or the Carousel, seems to symbolize the past. Children are here to have fun on the Carousel, and adults are here to remember riding on a Carousel as a child. The OM is the keeper of nostalgia, as he is responsible for entrance to ride the Carousel. Also because he controls the Carousel’s actions, he is the keeper of nostalgia. The music playing when the Carousel turns is “Meet Me in St. Louis,” and I know this from being in the musical once. This play was set in the year 1904, in St. Louis, and the focal point of the musical was the World’s Fair, where there would be a Carousel.

back to life (part 2)

okay, the second assignment was to write a 12-15 page paper on curriculum. i'd like to say something about the teacher of this class, who was also the department head: she didn't teach the class. i don't mean that she didn't teach well, or that she let the students teach the class. i mean that she had grad. assistants teach the class. i don't like that, but who am i? there were like 75 people in the class, and we would break up into groups and go with a grad. assistant for 'learnin'. the 'teacher' of the class would come around for our book databases, and she would grade them as described in the previous post. then she would go away for a while.

the real annoying thing was that this was a 5 day class, mtwtf, 9-3, and we had to have the book database done prior to starting the class, and we had to have a rough draft of our paper done prior to the starting of the class. why go to class?? the only time we learned anything new (that we hadn't already written in our paper) was when kathryn mitchell pierce, an author/researcher/teacher came for a two day presentation. why didn't we just go to class those two days? ridiculous.

that really bothers me about these classes, cuz the teachers say things like: "Do the reading, or you'll be lost in class and you won't know what we're talking about." and then we get to class, and they basically summarize the reading for us. so then you're just bored and angry cuz you could have just stayed home instead of getting a report from these teachers about what you've already read.

back to life

okay, been out for a while. let me tell you what i's been up to. i took this class on literacy curriculum. we had two big assignments: one was a book database, where we were to read "informational books" and create a database with headings such as bibliographic info, key concepts, summaries, and illustration critiques. we were told we had to read all new books, and if we were doing mostly picture books, we were to do over 50. I did 60 books, and only 6 were chapter books. i spent at least 30 hours on this project, meticulously selecting and analyzing books. we had to turn in a copy of the database along with a typed summary of the database. the teacher graded our papers while her grad. assistants taught, and we couldn't help but notice how she never looked at our databases, just skimmed down our summary, wrote our score, and handed them back to us directly. grrrr... there is no way she could tell how good our database was based on our summary!
anyway, the assignment was worth doing, cuz i learned a lot of new books. no one else i talked to in the class read new books. they used all the books from their classroom. oh well, guess i'm a sucker. here's my list o' books: (my favorites are bolded, and the three books i had read previously have ***)

Book Title
Boy
Babe the Gallant Pig
The Suitcase Kid
Hush
Dinosaurs Divorce: A Guide for Changing Families
When Dinosaurs Die: A Guide to Understanding Death
Mississippi Morning
A House for Hermit Crab
The Big Snow
Cottontail at Clover Crescent
Wolves
Sea Turtles
How to Talk to Your Cat
Corn is Maize
The Best Book of Sharks
Spiders
The Seasons of Arnold's Apple Tree
Are You a Snail?
Sunken Treasure
A Snake's Body
Pigs
Are You a Spider?
I See a Kookaburra! Discovering Animal Habitats Around the World
Water Dance
Frida
Will We Miss Them? Endangered Species
Giant Pandas
The Important Book
Me and the Measure of Things
Monday on the Mississippi
W is for Wind: A Weather Alphabet Book
K is for Kick: A Soccer Alphabet
When Everybody Wore a Hat
Wilma Unlimited: How Wilma Rudolph Became the World's Fastest Woman
Houdini: World's Greatest Mystery Man and Escape Artist
Snowflake Bentley **
Salt in His Shoes
The Boy on Fairfield Street: How Ted Geisel Grew Up to Become Dr. Seuss
Beatrice's Goat
Celia Cruz: Queen of Salsa
The Magic School Bus Sees Stars
This is Ireland
A City Through Time: The Story of a City - From Ancient Colony to Vast Metropolis
Christopher Columbus
Abraham Lincoln: The Writer. A Treasury of His Speeches and Letters
We Both Read: About the Rainforest
Saving the Liberty Bell
Fireboat: The Heroic Adventures of the John J. Harvey
The Story of Ruby Bridges
The Journey of The One and Only Declaration of Independence
Only Passing Through: The Story of Sojourner Truth
Take the Lead, George Washington
A Picture Book of Harriet Tubman
A Woman For President
P is for Passport: A World Alphabet
Exploring the Titanic
How a Book is Made
Crayons: Start to Finish
The Fall of Freddie the Leaf: A Story of Life for All Ages***

Friday, July 08, 2005

cookout

tonight lisa, dave & i cooked out... it was dave or lisa's idea. if i'd had my way, we'd have gone to the peoria hot air balloon festival. however, dave & i are goin there tomorrow. i just love that thing.
www.peoriaballoonfest.com/index.php

yeah, just check out that website, see if you don't get excited.

so we're goin tomorrow. i still have lotsa work to do for next week. but i can work on that tomorrow a.m. and sunday.

today dex wanted to borrow my iTrip, and i had it waiting for her, and then something happened. i lost it in the 45 minutes between when she called to ask for it, and the time she got here (with an ice capp from one world). what a jerk i am! i gave her the other fm transmittor, but i know the other one is nicer to use. what a jerk!

Monday, July 04, 2005

snap crackle pop

we set off fireworks tonight... it was fun. real ones, and the little ones that sit on the ground and spark up. one of them was called 'golden showers.'

yeah, we saw fireworks on the chain o' lakes the other night. they were terrible. apparently there was some kind of technical problem, cuz there would be 3 fireworks and then a 10 minute pause. we just left.

i'm not a real big fireworks fanatic anyway. as a kid, it was bittersweet, cuz you'd wait all day for the fireworks knowing that once they were over, it was time to go home. :( now it just seems like a lot of money for fire.

there sure are a lot of people doing their own fireworks too. the cops drove by our house slow, but didn't stop. if people are such pyromaniacs, how can they confine their hazardous fire behavior to a few days a year?

Friday, July 01, 2005

embiggening monkeys

who remembers those monkeys sitting on tuffets (on sesame street), watching tv? they keep getting up and changing the channel. they argue about which show they wanna watch. each time a monkey gets up, he gets angrier and bigger, until they are both huge, enraged apes. it's awesome. i don't remember how they resolved their problem.

i thought of that cuz my sister was visiting me this week. she doesn't know how to turn off the tv when she goes to do something else. i bugged her a lot about it, until she became a big, huge, enraged ape. it was pretty funny.