I feel light, like wonder bread. Humor is my choice elixir. Can somebody explain to me the idiocy of television commercials that claim to have a better picture by displaying it in a commercial? This just doesn't make any sense to me. I guess the marketing team is just expecting us to trust them, because the picture they are claiming to be superior to the one on my television screen is being broadcast on MY TELEVISION SCREEN! If I am watching the commercial on a 1970 brown box with the static competing for incompetence with dials that are falling off, how am I supposed to see the crystal clear picture of a plasma television? Don't mock my intelligence television commercial! Shame on you!
Let me tell you why it's better to be a teacher than a pirate. Pirates get scurvy; Teachers get migraines. Pirates have to fend off sharks and other pirates; Teachers have to fend off students and administrators. Pirates might lose an eye or a leg; Teachers lose the will to live. Pirates have to clean up the poop deck; Teachers have to clean up a students vocabulary. Pirates get to search for buried treasure in exotic locations; Teachers get to search for students who don't show up to class three days in a row. Pirates get cool pets like Parrots; Teachers get fish or hamsters that keel over the first weekend they go home with a student. Arrr, you win this round pirates!
Red tinted light are so damn sexy. I remember after I saw the movie Run Lola Run I decided I needed a red tinted light bulb for my room. Some of the most erotic moments in my life have occurred in the presence of a red light. Lighting sets a mood like no other. I suggest this because this weekend I am taking a mandatory excursion to Opelousas, Louisiana. I have a professional Saturday. The first since the hurricane. I'm looking forward to reuniting with the scattered souls of the Teach For America clan. Friday night we will be meeting for a social event at the famous Richard's (pronounced Ree-Shards.) This sanctuary in the middle of Southeast Louisiana is a hot nightclub highlighted by it's toe-tapping Zydeco bands. For those of you who are not familiar with Zydeco, it is a creole originated, musical genre that features an accordian, drums and a laundry washboard. The name Zydeco comes from the french expression "Les haricots sont pas sals" ( The beans are not salty), a phrase that appears in many old creole songs. It is also a metahpor for "difficult times." The high paced music is a kick to dance to and seems like a veritable soundtrack of rural Louisiana life. I've been to Richards once before over a year ago. The night was hot and the lights were red. I must've sweated a gallon of water, but I haven't had that much fun in long time. It should be a hoot. Plus, this time, the weather is a little bit cooler.
