Stranger and stranger
Apparently this week we're supposed to believe that our president spent his vacation reading Camus. Salon has his book report, written for his wife.
I really liked the last line, Laura. Meursault says, "I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me all with hate." Which reminds me a little of one of Rummy's press conferences. And also Iraq, where, though we are welcomed, it is not a peaceful welcome. There's opinions that don't agree with mine, and that's OK, right, Meursault?
(Link via Bookslut.)
I really liked the last line, Laura. Meursault says, "I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me all with hate." Which reminds me a little of one of Rummy's press conferences. And also Iraq, where, though we are welcomed, it is not a peaceful welcome. There's opinions that don't agree with mine, and that's OK, right, Meursault?
(Link via Bookslut.)
posted by Madame Defarge at 1:57 PM
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Jon Stewart's bit on that was hilarious. I wasn't familiar with the plot line of the stranger before, but how appropriate.
Ok, some catching up.
I'm absolutely knackered. i've had about 4 hours of sleep a night this whole week.
I spent about an hour and a half yesterday afterschool consoling a new teacher, trying to stop her crying and from sending in her resignation. She can't believe how rude and apathetic our student population is, which is saying something, because she spent the entire last year teaching juvenile sex offenders in a half-way house-type establishment. I was so tired, but still trying to be supportive, although by the time we were done talking I was depressed and ready to quit. Then today I had to get involved in an argument between my student and another teacher, which put me in a really difficult position, resulting in both being pissed at me.
I'm coming to Chicago to go to my cousin's wedding on Saturday. I don't even want to go. I just want to stay in bed and finish reading the books I have to teach this semester. That and the fact that i'm bitter over the price of airfare. Mike and i took special care in finding the cheapest present possible to give, without still looking cheap. Her dog is going to be her ring barrer. Do you believe that? Fuck. I still have to pack. And I can't even bring a bottle of water or chapstick with me now. Bastards. Soon they'll only let us fly naked. and unconscious. How bout those friendly skies?
I think i'm going loopy.
I told my colleague, Carole, that a student was giving me attitude. She told me I need to get in touch with my inner bitch.
I had my students read an article from an ultra conservative pyschologist who believes that children need fear to have morals. I thought it would be a great springboard for Puritan New England. One of my kids told me he isn't afraid of anything. "If I want to hit somebody, i'm going to hit them. What are they going to do, send me to juv-e? I've been there, it ain't so bad." We're doing Sinners in the hands of an angry God on Monday. Something tells me they won't appreciate it.
I have a girl in my class who's from Germany. This is her first year in the states. I'm afraid her English grammar is going to be better than mine.
I'm listening to the book on tape of Eats, Shoots, and Leaves. It's awesome, and apparently a best seller. I was impressed to hear that that many people cared about language. If you've heard the title joke, stop me. A panda walks into a pub and orders a sandwich. When he's finished eating, he wipes his mouth, stands up, takes out a pistol and shoots the waiter. The bartender says, "Hey, what are you doing?" The panda growls and says, "i'm a panda. Look it up." The bartender gets out the dictionary and reads "Panda: black and white bear from China. Eats, shoots, and leaves."
I know I have more to say, but I can't think of it right now. I'd better go make sure that all of my gels and liquids are out of my luggage. If you see my inner bitch, send her my way.
PS - If you haven't yet watched It's always sunny in Philadelphia, you must.
Honey, I think I AM your inner bitch. I'll be right there.
Have you guys already started school? Jesus. I don't think our kids go back for another week and a half. You Californians are dedicated.
Naked and unconscious may not be a bad way to go on the flight to Chicago. At least you won't remember anything. And you know a family wedding of yours will be a blast, so you've got that going for you!
Have fun with the Jonathan Edwards. I think in high school I wrote a poem based on Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God. You gotta love a little Puritan hellfire and brimstone.
Fly safely -- leave the toothpaste and hair gel at home!
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