Last night was “Open House” at my school. This morning is “Shut Eyes” as I recover inadequately from “Open House”. This rock-star middle school teacher life is just like Keith Richards’ circa-1969, but with more lunch detention. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, more like Keith Richards circa-2007, perhaps. Party on, Garth…we’re heading, staggering toward the… Read More Aging Is Wasted On the Aged
No time this morning! Just down a cup of coffee…make that two, drink the latter cup in the shower and head out. But here’s an idea. Trib closing down, and what to do with the Spelling Bee? Journal won’t have anything to do with it, no doubt, as it’s controlled by the evil Scripps nation.… Read More P-r-e-s-e-r-v-i-n-g the Spelling Bee
I know this is going to change the daily time-wasting blogreading plans for millions around the globe, but Burque Babble is switching to evening posting from the ridiculously early morning half-dead sleep-posting of recent days. Posting before dawn should be on the “Don’t Bee Blogger” list of mistakes right beneath “drunk posting” and “so pissed… Read More All The News That’s Fit To Inadequately Recap
Living here in the desert provinces, it’s easy to get the impression that our local public schools are the beyond-a-doubt worst, most awful, baddest, superbad schools in the world with problems no other school district in the western world faces. So it’s good in a perverse way to read this morning’s NYT for a story… Read More Dysfunction Junction, What’s Your Uh…Such As South Africa
As someone who teaches a “film class”, and lives in the new Hollywood that is surely Burque/NM, I read stories like the one about “Kid Nation” with a mixture of bemusement, condescension and old fogey killjoyism.. A story about mistreated “talent” during a movie/TV shoot? Shocking. You mean being in a movie/TV show isn’t just… Read More Give Me a H! Give Me An O!
I could try to give a report on all the hallucinogenic sights and sounds I experienced over the course of a rather strong four-day cold that seems on the wane (and, as a side-effect, seems to have left me with the inability to write a coherent sentence), but really about all I remember is sleeping,… Read More Elegy, And Thanks, For a "Water Feature"
How does it feel to have a cold when it’s 97 degrees outside? About the same as it does this early morning, except with more darkness and a higher proportion of mucus to sinus capacity. I’m sorry…you didn’t ask for that information. Maybe the reason all those faux cops called in faux sick last Friday… Read More Summertime….And the Living Is NyQuil