Like “molasses in January,” as Mother used to say. That’s my broadband connection this morning. There’s a dead fish in there somewhere. Gotta get the Thriller on the case.
More later…
S-L-O-W
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Category Archives: Random Neuron Firings
Not that I’m counting…
…but I have 15 days of school left. Sixteen if you count my contract day on the 4th of June.
Honestly, I don’t know how I feel about it. Glad, I guess (you can be sure the students are). But what’s in store for me in the summer? Some good things — great, actually — and some not so good:
- 5 June: Going to Columbus for the day with Hannah and New Grandson, so she can attend a series of meetings and still have the baby nearby for when he gets hungry. A whole day, almost uninterrupted, with New Grandson and his great aunt Mavis…joy. Good.
- 21-26 June: On the faculty for the Heartland Vocal Camp for Jazz & Pop Singers at Tiffin University. Should be great fun — a week of working with young pop/jazz singers, and singing with a hot band every night. No suckage there. Good.
- 13-15 July: Speaking at the Nebraska American Choral Directors Association conference at Doane College, near Lincoln. Mighty fun. Good.
- Every other available minute: studying. Um…not so good.
I always gotta go and ruin it, don’t I?
Fink, stressed
PS – text message from Hannah: doc says baby can arrive any day now. That’s a good thing!
Stuff I Want
Me, me, me…why does RtB always have to be about me?
Here are some things I want.
T-shirts from Neat-O-Rama.com, because I’m geeky:
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I really want to try this. Can’t tell you why; I just do.
I admit it. I want a Seal-a-Meal.
And what about you, fiends? What do you covet?
Revisiting clowns
Because I know my fiend Stoney will love it. 
I will resist the temptation to post certain photographs of certain people, brought to mind by the word “clown.” That wouldn’t be nice, or ladylike. It would be like, I dunno, calling Lil Kim a tramp.
I read a funny/snarky political blog this morning on the LA Times site. In it was a picture of Massachusetts senator John Kerry with this character that got me thinking about clowns again. (This particular part of the post was poking fun at the clown, not Kerry.)
There must be a secret history of clowns that I don’t know. Hmmm. Well now, back after ten minutes. It seems there is quite the storied … um… story. To save you from researching this yourself, I will deposit all the pertinent information you might require directly into this space, because I heart you and I want to be your personal philomath.
According to clown-ministry.com, you got your three basic types of clown:
While they have varying origins, it is assumed that the whiteface clown is the oldest, descended from the medieval court jester. Interesting aside: while court jesters probably did not wear white makeup, later clowns (variations on actors of the day) did so in order to illuminate their faces in poorly-lit performance halls.
But I still wonder — why are clowns considered funny? And to whom? Certainly not to me. And I don’t know about you, but these guys don’t strike me as people I’d want my children following around. An “Army of Clowns?” No thanks. They all look like they just got off the chain gang. (Sorry, I know — stereotype. Sue me.)
Just sayin’.
FO (loving those 2-hour fog delays)
Bienvenue l’été
Although I don’t really know where the spring went. It’s like we bypassed it altogether. This was the coldest April I can remember; my daffodils bloomed one Sunday, and they were frozen dead the next morning. Nice.
But there are signs of summer in my yard…
I guess I’m ready for summer to get here. Much to do over the next four months. Much to do.
FO