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drunk post!
Dec. 6th, 2004 01:00 amohsodrunkity. If there had been a new episode of The Wire on , I would have been an upright, early-bedtime sort of citizen tonight, but instead I stayed out, stayed up, and drank eleventy glasses of oaky-flavored red wine and talked happy drunken b.s.ness with friends. Except it's not b.s. because I meant it, though I would have said it much more articulately with sunlight and sobriety as components.
Planning on a cross-country trip in the spring with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirona. Figure that between the two of us, we know enough people whose couches will be available that it will be a relatively low-expense trip. Also, there are hundreds of $30-a-night motels with incongruous totem poles stuck in the asphalt and cotton sheets washed thin and soft as silk all the way across the country. Probably the world, for that matter. Over west on I-40/66, up I-5, back east on I-70. I've done 40 a bunch of times now, but 70 only once, and I slept through that because Mr. G was driving and wouldn't let me have a turn (it was during his ~year of unrelenting macho). I love to drive, and I'm good at it.
Segue: I wrote this huge essay/pity rant about education the other day, but I'm not inflicting it on you. Instead, let me just say that there are many teachers on my f-list, and there are a subset of those who seem to be fantastic, awe/worship-inspiring educators, and I would gladly supplicate before you, allowing you to pound square pegs of knowledge into the autodidactically trepanned holes in my sad, thirsty skull.
Aside: I know and like six people named Rachel. I don't think I'd met a single person named Rachel until about two years ago.
Lurch: Have I mentioned recently that we're adopting a new dog????? I did not neglect to tell anyone about it today, either at the child's birthday party, the gallery opening, or the drunken aftermath.
Planning on a cross-country trip in the spring with
sirona. Figure that between the two of us, we know enough people whose couches will be available that it will be a relatively low-expense trip. Also, there are hundreds of $30-a-night motels with incongruous totem poles stuck in the asphalt and cotton sheets washed thin and soft as silk all the way across the country. Probably the world, for that matter. Over west on I-40/66, up I-5, back east on I-70. I've done 40 a bunch of times now, but 70 only once, and I slept through that because Mr. G was driving and wouldn't let me have a turn (it was during his ~year of unrelenting macho). I love to drive, and I'm good at it. Segue: I wrote this huge essay/pity rant about education the other day, but I'm not inflicting it on you. Instead, let me just say that there are many teachers on my f-list, and there are a subset of those who seem to be fantastic, awe/worship-inspiring educators, and I would gladly supplicate before you, allowing you to pound square pegs of knowledge into the autodidactically trepanned holes in my sad, thirsty skull.
Aside: I know and like six people named Rachel. I don't think I'd met a single person named Rachel until about two years ago.
Lurch: Have I mentioned recently that we're adopting a new dog????? I did not neglect to tell anyone about it today, either at the child's birthday party, the gallery opening, or the drunken aftermath.
