Hey, Ho. Let's Go
Surprisingly, the episodes of the last week have not killed me. I do, however, have a painful bruise on my solar plexus that serves as a rather colorful reminder that booze and fences do not mix. I am tempted to rampage around town screaming lines from "Mending Wall," but devout fans of Frost would likely eviscerate me before any real damage is done. To tell the truth, I really dont mind fences. We have one, and it's the first fence of ours that actually walls in the yard. I am able to let my dog out to shit with abandon without fear that he'll run off and cause another biped to shit in fear. I have already survived one minor dog mauling (Sorry!) and would not want to inflict on another the utter embarrassment that arises when a little thing with a mouth full of teeth inflicts damage.
"Aw, isn't that a cute little thing."
"Rowr."
Chaos. Mayhem. Screaming like a little girl. Silence. The screen fades out and fin.
Other than doing repairable damage to my body (although my mind is another matter) I have been busy working on the feng shui of my room. I certainly do not prescribe to the actual philosophy of feng shui, and no little chinese women will be found wandering my room in search of its center of chi. The actual flow of goodness in my room will have to remain its present course and I can only modify it with my own belated undertakings. The addition of a rubber plant, which is a real fern, mind you, brings shocks of colour and gives me the sensation that I'm cleansing the bad air. At times I find myself talking to the plant, begging it to make me breathe something other that the putrid stench of failure which occasionally wafts through the windows from the direction of the midwest. Go, little plant! Make my lungs wonderful!
I have also placed various framed edifices around my room. Over the center of my door, where all sorts of negative space gathers and cackles its white cackle, I huge a favorite frame given to me by a former professor. The frame contains a saying by Cicero which resonates deeply.
"To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child."
I had told my teacher that I wanted that particular quote above any classroom in which I taught. I must admit that I had robbed the idea, but not the quotation, from a movie which I enjoyed. Regardless of the seed, the sprout gets daily eye-time before I dilly off to sleep to dream of happy things, like blue eyes and rainy libations. I'm not exactly sure what about that quote appeals to me, but it is probably related to my eternal befuddlement on the nature of people and their approach to education. People generally seem to agree that education is a valuable, and even noble, endeavor, but I constantly meet people who would rather not be educated. Their ignorance is a sweet science that they savor each time they refuse to question or study. This is especially pronounced in the deaf world (according to statistics pulled out of my experiences) where people seem content to graduate high school and immediately attach themselves to the government teat. I have asked many why they did not continue on until college. Many are convinced that they can make do without a degree. I do my best to get them back on the proper track, but after a few minutes of not-so-subtle hints, I shuffle back and bid them the best of my luck. Those who need education the most deny themselves the ability to excel.
Shit. Now I have Barbara Streisand screeching in my head. People who need people ought to head to strip clubs.
Perpetual frustrations aside, my forays into the feng shuiness of my room have led to little bits of happiness. I'm able to enter my room without immediately looking for a doctor. I even accidentally created a bit of an ark of tabernacle above my head with candle sticks and a coffin incense burner. The comfort level of my room rose marginally and all sorts of animals, including myself, take refuge in its goodness. I have, at points, attempted to move bits of foodstuff only to find that said foodstuff is an insect annoyed at being disturbed. While I dont mind the occasional living creature, I draw the line at exto-skeletons and any being that bears one will be immediately snuffed.
My head throbs a mighty wail. I really dont feel much like continuing.
"Aw, isn't that a cute little thing."
"Rowr."
Chaos. Mayhem. Screaming like a little girl. Silence. The screen fades out and fin.
Other than doing repairable damage to my body (although my mind is another matter) I have been busy working on the feng shui of my room. I certainly do not prescribe to the actual philosophy of feng shui, and no little chinese women will be found wandering my room in search of its center of chi. The actual flow of goodness in my room will have to remain its present course and I can only modify it with my own belated undertakings. The addition of a rubber plant, which is a real fern, mind you, brings shocks of colour and gives me the sensation that I'm cleansing the bad air. At times I find myself talking to the plant, begging it to make me breathe something other that the putrid stench of failure which occasionally wafts through the windows from the direction of the midwest. Go, little plant! Make my lungs wonderful!
I have also placed various framed edifices around my room. Over the center of my door, where all sorts of negative space gathers and cackles its white cackle, I huge a favorite frame given to me by a former professor. The frame contains a saying by Cicero which resonates deeply.
"To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child."
I had told my teacher that I wanted that particular quote above any classroom in which I taught. I must admit that I had robbed the idea, but not the quotation, from a movie which I enjoyed. Regardless of the seed, the sprout gets daily eye-time before I dilly off to sleep to dream of happy things, like blue eyes and rainy libations. I'm not exactly sure what about that quote appeals to me, but it is probably related to my eternal befuddlement on the nature of people and their approach to education. People generally seem to agree that education is a valuable, and even noble, endeavor, but I constantly meet people who would rather not be educated. Their ignorance is a sweet science that they savor each time they refuse to question or study. This is especially pronounced in the deaf world (according to statistics pulled out of my experiences) where people seem content to graduate high school and immediately attach themselves to the government teat. I have asked many why they did not continue on until college. Many are convinced that they can make do without a degree. I do my best to get them back on the proper track, but after a few minutes of not-so-subtle hints, I shuffle back and bid them the best of my luck. Those who need education the most deny themselves the ability to excel.
Shit. Now I have Barbara Streisand screeching in my head. People who need people ought to head to strip clubs.
Perpetual frustrations aside, my forays into the feng shuiness of my room have led to little bits of happiness. I'm able to enter my room without immediately looking for a doctor. I even accidentally created a bit of an ark of tabernacle above my head with candle sticks and a coffin incense burner. The comfort level of my room rose marginally and all sorts of animals, including myself, take refuge in its goodness. I have, at points, attempted to move bits of foodstuff only to find that said foodstuff is an insect annoyed at being disturbed. While I dont mind the occasional living creature, I draw the line at exto-skeletons and any being that bears one will be immediately snuffed.
My head throbs a mighty wail. I really dont feel much like continuing.
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