When Friday is your Sunday, it kind of sucks when it rains on a Friday. But to tell you the truth, it's kind of nice to have an excuse to stay inside watching The Boys from Brazil, or any other movie about Nazi hunters really.
There are only a few more days until my little idiots receive their results from the May SAT, and, if the government is paying attention, perhaps a few deportation notices in the interest of preserving the nation's future. I can only hope that they cheated.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Good Book
Am I of an age, right now, at which 9:30 AM is early or just the morning? After spending a blistering 24 hours with some old college companions in their final semester, it seems somehow different than it once was. Much, much worse.
I've just started reading this book, perhaps you've heard of it -- The Bible. I guess that's not really true, but I did just check out the wikipedia page about the Book of Esther, which turned me on to Sodom and Gomorrha (get it?!?!?), leading me in a somewhat roundabout way back to the Book of Samuel. Regardless, check it: I stumbled across this quotation from the Song of Hannah:
Talk no more so very proudly,
Let not arrogance come from
your mouth;
for the Lord is a God of
knowledge,
and by him actions are
weighed. (1 Samuel 2.3)
Out of the park, Sammy. Out of the park.
I've just started reading this book, perhaps you've heard of it -- The Bible. I guess that's not really true, but I did just check out the wikipedia page about the Book of Esther, which turned me on to Sodom and Gomorrha (get it?!?!?), leading me in a somewhat roundabout way back to the Book of Samuel. Regardless, check it: I stumbled across this quotation from the Song of Hannah:
Talk no more so very proudly,
Let not arrogance come from
your mouth;
for the Lord is a God of
knowledge,
and by him actions are
weighed. (1 Samuel 2.3)
Out of the park, Sammy. Out of the park.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Getting My Work Done
My inability to keep this little dream alive is trending hard toward embarrassing. Simply put, I'm leading the league in abandoned enterprises. In truth, my behavior since breaking the seal on Sleepy Pete has raised more than a few questions for me. Am I just a natural quitter? Will I ever be able to stick with anything for more than a few weeks at a time? Was that the series finale of 'Rob & Big' or just a season finale? In the spirit of the release of Ruth Wisse's new addition to the Nextbook series from Schocken Books entitled 'Jews and Power,' allow me to paraphrase the Rabbis: the inquiry is not ours to finish, but neither are we free to stop asking. I really hope it was just a season finale.
But listen, this post has a different purpose. I've realized what's been plaguing me about my inattentiveness -- I need to be a little more real and talk about my job a bit. If nothing else, at least this will level the playing field with all you finance pricks talking about p/e ratios over your sesame chicken. So here it is.
Today I called a parent of one of my students -- let's call him Daniel Green -- to confirm an appointment for tomorrow. When I called the house and a male voice answered the phone, I instinctively said "Hi, Mr. Green?" Hearing back a flat "No," I assumed I had misdialed or accidentally called the wrong student's house. But after a pause and muffled apology, this followed: "No. Dr. Green." Sometimes things happen in life that would be unrealistic or maybe just a bit much if they were to happen on tv or in a movie. Finding yourself speechless in the most literal sense of the word doesn't happen on the day to day. Either way, is it possible to be more arrogant than this? What kind of doctor could he possibly be that the title is so important at all times? I can only think of one man who can reasonably make such a request, and Dr. Green you are no Dr. Dre.
But listen, this post has a different purpose. I've realized what's been plaguing me about my inattentiveness -- I need to be a little more real and talk about my job a bit. If nothing else, at least this will level the playing field with all you finance pricks talking about p/e ratios over your sesame chicken. So here it is.
Today I called a parent of one of my students -- let's call him Daniel Green -- to confirm an appointment for tomorrow. When I called the house and a male voice answered the phone, I instinctively said "Hi, Mr. Green?" Hearing back a flat "No," I assumed I had misdialed or accidentally called the wrong student's house. But after a pause and muffled apology, this followed: "No. Dr. Green." Sometimes things happen in life that would be unrealistic or maybe just a bit much if they were to happen on tv or in a movie. Finding yourself speechless in the most literal sense of the word doesn't happen on the day to day. Either way, is it possible to be more arrogant than this? What kind of doctor could he possibly be that the title is so important at all times? I can only think of one man who can reasonably make such a request, and Dr. Green you are no Dr. Dre.
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