The Dalva Bar

I am getting totally pumped for Hanukkah.
Though Republican Senators like Orrin Hatch like to ruin it for us.

It's not that I'm insulted, or even that offended. Republican Mormon Senators can write Hanukkah songs if they want, and I know that it's coming from a sincere place in his heart. But calling his song a "gift to the Jews"? Saying he's always had a "soft spot for the Jews"? I mean...something about that makes me feel just a little bit...like swallowing oil instead of honey.

Yo, Senator: The Jews didn't ASK for your "gifts".

This is old, but Phil reminded me of it.

~: I can't even remember where 'corn, maybe' was from, but I remember it was hilarious.
Phil: i remember
Phil: i was imitating you in a silly voice asking for food
Phil: i thought the funny part was when i said 'can i have a bagel, again?'
Phil: but you liked 'corn, maybe'.
Phil: and so, a legend was born

Wikipedia, on 'Voyage of the Mimi': "The Voyage of the Mimi received harsh criticism from Neil Postman in his book Amusing Ourselves to Death. Postman's book criticized the show for spending millions of dollars to teach children that all education should be entertaining, simple, and require no context. Postman wrote,

And, in the end, what will the students have learned? They will, to be sure, have learned something about whales, perhaps about navigation and map-reading, most of which they could have learned just as well by other means. Mainly, they will have learned that learning is a form of entertainment or, more precisely, that anything worth learning can take the form of entertainment, and ought to.[1]"

~: "What a dick!"
(: "You know what, guy? You sound like a penis. That somebody put a face on. That's you. That's what you're like."


I love Abbie.

You know what?
In this minute, I can think of only 4 people I do not DESPISE.

I am so sick and tired of all this fucking bullshit.

I want to vomit.
There should be some rule about dead people, passwords, and online spaces.

Today, in a movie review one of my students wrote about 'Troy', I had the honor of reading the following sentence:

"Achilles fighted the prince, Paris, to get over the princess's hands."


Um, YES. Bitch's hands were horrific. So terrible, in fact, the only way to recover from them was to fight the Trojan war.
Yeah, I cracked up kind of...forever, on that one. I also requested that the student clarify his meaning, which he did. He wanted to say that Achilles fought Paris to get Helen out of his hands, which makes a WORLD of more sense.


My job is very silly.

Will: 1) all 80's hair metal is about sex.
Will: 2) When 80's hair metal is not about sex it's about space ships.



YAY!

I am having a fairly major love affair with scallions. It is borderline torrid.

Andrew and I discuss age, and dating.

Andrew: 19 > 17
Andrew: = no prob
~: But my sister is 19
Andrew: ugh you're lucky you're not a twin



I have to resign myself to the fact that the mystery that got slipped under my door in college will never be solved.

And slowly, livejournal just turns into a place for me to put conversation snippets.

Andrew: explain how pizza can be gross
Andrew: you have forever
Andrew: starting now

~: WTF IS THIS.
~: it's horrible
Mike: that's what she said
Mike: ...aw


This is why Mike and I are 80% friends.

I just read today's xkcd, and it's about climbing, and I want to go climbing, AND I CAN'T BECAUSE MY ANKLE IS TOO FUCKED UP TO CLIMB.

WAAAAAHHHHH.

...Okay I posted like 4 seconds ago but this is somewhat relevant, and will probably go to Real Journal, but...
I just read something, something totally weird and mundane, and now I am crying because of [. What the FUCK is that about.


It's just...HE'S NOT FUCKING HERE, and I miss him so fucking much, and god, the whole thing was so, so fucked up.


I think I need to turn off Sufjan Stevens.

Dude, some people need to seriously be less gorgeous. I simply can't handle it.

Question: Why am I still awake?
Answer: I'm not sure. Maybe 'cause my book just got upsetting and I kinda freaked out.



I love how my location is always in Sardinia. That has not ceased to amuse me yet.

Not fired. So I can, then, relax today, instead of fret.

And this is a direct quote from my current away message but. It's cold and rainy. Since there is no snuggling to be had, the second best thing is trashy magazines, warm cookies, and tea. Yay!

It's nice to have a chance to relax and do nothing until work tonight. Tomorrow is for lesson planning, and updating my resume, since I haven't even looked at it in forever.

The good news is, I finally understand Future Perfect. Not how to teach it, but rather, wtf it IS. A student asked me a question today and I said "Huh...I guess that has to be future perfect." Neat.

The potentially bad potentially fucking AWFUL but as of yet unknown news is...as of yet unknown. MOTHERFUCKER.

Working on Purimspiel songs is a surprisingly effective way to use time on the BoltBus.
Relatedly, Mulan is unfit for, the rage of war, so pack up, go home, she's through.