I started this entry last night, but decided that I was too tired to write it. So, here we go again:lol: I'm not one to really talk about my job, because... well, it is a pretty boring job. I stand in the same aisle (sp?) in a grocery store, and I get to tell people about dog food. Oddly, I don't hate my job as much as I ought to. It is really dull, but I love to watch the people go by. Since I was a kid, I've always been a big fan of people watching, as I like to call it. I ...
The Poet T.S. Elliot wrote "Human beings cannot bear too much reality" and one of the reasons that we can't bear too much reality is that "Reality Really Sucks"! And it sucks because unlike Fantasies, we can't bend "Reality" to our own will. Reality is something that we are unable to control. Something that we have no power over. That’s why human beings invented Art. Art allows us to go beyond the limitations of reality and explore the limitlessness of the human imagination ...
That was a long disappearing act, wasn't it? OK, now that I'm back, I shall at once fulfill my promise, the promise of showing up after two days or so (whoops...don't tell me you didn't see that!!!) to post some stuff to clarify my previous post about our teachers—or basically, Pisay life (ROCK!!!)—a promise immediately broken—by nobody else but me. Still, I invite each one of you to join me as I lose myself in hyperity (whatever it is you call the state of being hyper) and tell stories ...
So Friday I went to an exhibit at a local museum downtown for Spanish extra credit AND MOST OF ALL Dia de los Muertos art Yeah, it was a REALLY cool exhibit. It's totally sparked the morbid, dark autumn spirit in me that's been sort of hibernating...lightly. I love Day of the Dead. The art and rituals and everything. On of my favorites was a black and white picture of an old lady at a Day of the Dead celebration with people in skeleton ...
I had started to worry a little about myself and my love for teaching at the beginning of the semester, because I began to notice how annoyed I was becoming with my job at the Writing Center. Perhaps it was the fact that our center kept getting handed off to new directors and nobody wanted to take charge. Perhaps it was the fact that a woman who was not in charge of our center kept trying to tell us what to do, not knowing that some of the things she was demanding were obvious wastes of energy to ...
Recent Comments
