So my little web site intended for me and maybe D, got spread around I see. It got spread like a bad case of the clap at The Waffle House. 28 visitors, and I’m pretty sure that only 4 of those 28 are me. If you’re reading this, it’s way more than 28. Thanks. I’d also like to thank my mother for berthing me after nine long hours. While I’m saying thanks, this next post goes out to my boys in the hood. I see you as I am riding by on the bus and I think, “Yeah, now that’s my posse!” Oh, and thanks to the people at Verizon. Phone is up and running again. You’ve got my back Donald, I know you do.

I had this really big post in the works. I don’t want to talk much about it, or talk it up. But it came to me while I was at work. I think it’ll take a little while to compose, so I’m not gonna worry about it in the five minutes that I’m giving myself tonight. Instead I want to tell you about the paper I wrote tonight. I managed to successfully include Beethoven, the L.A. Lakers, and teaching together in an essay. I can’t decide if “So play on Beethoven, your music is the delight of thousands of teachers who seek to mimic your beautifully constructed masterpiece” is my favorite line, or if, “All three subjects had a place in my class and deserved attention, but similar to anchovies and pizza, they did not belong together” was better prose. Either way you go, you’ve got a winner. Deb, you’re gonna love reading this jewel tomorrow. Have a can of Red Bull in one hand and a gun in the other. You can never be over prepared. I think the last time I was THIS proud of a paper was in my Amish class when I included John Melloncamp’s Small Town in a little diddy about the Amish. Those were some crazy days.

Jennifer Potter has really short hair, obladi oblada life goes on brahhh...Lala how the life goes on. Could you still braid the chest hair, though?


peace.