I'm here for the sarcasm

Two Words

2009-09-19T09:07:00.000-07:00

To say that my life has been busy over the past few months is an understatement -- my life, in several big ways, has changed entirely. Life has a way of getting in the way of fun, but I hope to be able to commence with my random blogging soon. For the moment, let us all try to abide by the words of a wise man, Frank Costanza:

">

Intervention

2009-03-03T21:05:00.000-08:00

It snuck up on me, really. First it came in the form of yard sale or thrift shop finds. Antique stores soon became a favored resource. Even my grandmother's porch became the place to get my next fix.

For years I have had, at any one time, a couple of books in progress. I am a moody reader, so if something I read does not totally captivate me, I set it aside for awhile and read other things until the mood is right. Having said that, I like to have a variety of reading materials at my disposal at all times.

You know, it started innocently enough. I was an early reader -- at some point during pre-school, I picked up on it. I don't recall learning how to read, actually. I just remember being able to, and reading anything and everything. I first read my absolute favorite, To Kill a Mockingbird, in sixth grade. I have since read it at least three other times over the years and have come to love it.

As an undergrad, I declared as an English major with a literature concentration. Shortly thereafter, the thrill of buying dozens of novels a semester began. Once in awhile an anthology would find me. Slowly and methodically the illness continued to take root.

Tonight I drove thirty miles to buy a book. Actually, I drove thirty miles to buy two books, and the shop had neither in stock. Disappointed, I opted for a retail store that has a pretty strong book department...no such luck. I ended up buying two books that I had not intended to buy and washed away my guilt with an overpriced cup of coffee (as if my coffee vice could redeem my book vice!!). Apparently the guilt-reducing latte worked...I just got home and ordered the books I was initially seeking online. I feel no guilt, but do feel the need to come clean.

They say the first step is admitting you have a problem...

Hi, my name is Kim, and I'm a book-a-holic.

Monday Morning iPod Report

2009-02-02T08:15:00.000-08:00

I have an iPod Shuffle, and I usually enjoy just let things fall as they may with regard to my music. Today, though, I am in a fickle mood, and keep manually skipping through tracks.

For those who know something about such things, please tell me what my favorite picks for the morning say about me:

Schoolhouse Rock (original and rock remix versions)
Stevie Wonder
Selections from "Fiddler" and "Hello, Dolly!"
Billie Holliday

Come on...I know you all have an opinion!

Random Tidbit

2009-01-12T09:01:00.000-08:00

Why is it that we so often let the little details detract from the main purpose of our actions? I am assisting in putting together a coat distribution for the needy, and I am running into so many roadblocks that I am just not really looking forward to the event. It actually feels like I have been pushed into the "appearances over purpose" line with regard to my assigned tasks. When you are doing something for others like this, it's sometimes hard to ascertain how much you should make yourself (that is, your organization) look good and how much you should just do good.

It is said that we should give with a cheerful heart...I hope to in a week. For now, can anybody spare some clothing racks??

The exception to the rule...

2008-12-10T16:18:00.000-08:00

I pride myself on rarely putting my foot in my mouth. Unless I know someone and feel comfortable, I am pretty quiet. I have found that this has served me well over the years...it has caused me to be seen as one of those "When she says something, it is meaningful" people. I like that. The following story is true. It transpired roughly four hours ago, and it illustrates exactly why I agree with Abraham Lincoln when he wrote, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt."

I needed to exhange an item today at a certain store that shall remain nameless. It was a spur of the moment decision to go out there before work, but I had the time. It should be stated that I hate said store, and tend to avoid it unless I know it has what I need. I digress...

I wasn't overly concerned about not having the receipt because I didn't need a refund, I merely needed to exchange the item for the same thing in a different color. No big deal, right?

After waiting in a long line at customer service, I was asked to pick out the item I needed. I did so and quickly returned to the register. A rather grumpy lady was in front of me, disgusted that the store would not refund her for an MP3 player she had gotten as a gift in July. Feeling awkward about the conflict in front of me, I quickly found something else to focus on -- the rather large sign behind the counter that gave a very detailed timeline of acceptable return times for electronics. Loving irony as I do, I smirked and stepped up as MP3 lady growled and stomped off.

That could have been enough. I could have left it at that and savored my little afternoon irony. I could have, but I just HAD to open my mouth. "You know, if that large sign over your head weren't there, she wouldn't have asked for you to bend the rules," I said to the representative as she beckoned me to the counter. She looked over her shoulder and laughed...and promptly asked for my license, which was in my school bag in the car. Who needs a license when returning an item for the SAME THING?? Hurriedly (I did have to get to work), I thought of my one out: "Um, I don't know if this helps, but my brother-in-law is your boss." Yeah, I played that card. She was cool about it, but the other representative (and why was she listening anyway?) is probably still glaring at me.

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt." (Sigh) I am so ashamed.

Haul Out the Holly...

2008-11-28T07:25:00.000-08:00

In no specific order, I intend to share some of my favorite Christmas tunes / memories with my adoring, blog-reading public. Here's one of my favorites:

">

This never fails to bring a tear to my eye. Even before I 'dug' Bing (I've loved Bowie for years), this was so cool!

My Favorites: Female Vocalists

2008-11-01T14:40:00.000-07:00

There are many people whom I admire, but when I think of female vocalists, a couple really stand out. They are so disimilar, yet I get chills whenever I hear either of them. That is even more true when I hear them together. I hope you enjoy the following clips!

Dame Julie:

One Soulful Mama:

Heaven to My Ears:>">

Veneer!

2008-10-24T19:45:00.000-07:00

Alright friends, I know I have been distant lately. It doesn't really seem like I get to do much anymore, aside from planning and grading. Since it is Friday, I decided not to do school work tonight. I hope you will all grab a glass of wine, and beer, or whatever your poison may be, and raise a glass to my favorite episode of one of my favorite shows ever!

Hello, It's Me

2008-09-14T06:26:00.000-07:00

It has been awhile, dear readers. Too long. I am right in the middle of student teaching, and time for anything beyond reading, grading papers, and attending meetings doesn't exist. I can't complain, though; teaching is incredible, and I am grateful to be able to do it.

I just wanted to say hi. I hope to get caught up on my favorite blogs and try to post a little more often here. You know how life gets -- you gotta remember to take time to smell the roses, and all that. Here's hoping you all are enjoying the tail end of summer!!

Scenes from the Heartland

2008-09-01T06:38:00.000-07:00

My love of William Inge's 'Picnic' began exactly ten years ago. I was a freshman in college, and it was the first show of the season. I had my heart set on the role of Rosemary, but it just didn't work out that time around. I did, however, get to try my hand at the technical side of theatre. It turned out to be the best role I ever lost out on...being on the other side truly made me love theatre that much more.

Ten years have passed, and I still love that show, as well as the movie version of it. As I celebrate Labor Day today, I am reminded of the slice of Americana that is William Inge's 'Picnic.' I have become a rather cynical American in recent years, but art such as this helps me remember America as it once was...innocent and full of integrity.

Below are two clips: one is a YouTube montage of the film, and one conveys one of the most electric, romantic scenes ever captured on film. Enjoy!

">

">

The Fine Art of Multi-Tasking OR "I'm Just A Girl Who Cain't Say No..."

2008-08-27T20:15:00.000-07:00

So, I am almost a week into my new job as the site director at a Boys and Girls Club after-school program. I have also started my student teaching this week. Could someone please tell me what in the hell I was thinking when I signed on for both?!

I joke...once I get all of my clerical work under control for the job, I will be able to actually interact with the kids a bit. Right now, I feel a bit like Judy (Jane Fonda) and her Xerox machine in "9 to 5." Since I love the movie, and since Dolly is one of my absolute favorites, I decided to post a tribute to working women everywhere. Heck, I'm going to be equal-opportunity and salute all workers - those in and out of the home. Cheers!

Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?

2008-08-19T20:16:00.000-07:00

I was given a phone for my new job yesterday, and it has been a treat to have TWO ways for people to reach me off-line. I am a cell phone hold out, who really only uses my phone when I need to. Now that I have a work phone, I can't be so selective about my usage. I also keep thinking about those old-time telephone operators (my grandma was one). How they kept it all in line is beyond me!

">

Seriously, who doesn't love Ernestine?!

Back to School, Back to School...

2008-08-15T07:35:00.000-07:00

Today is the final day of the summer program I have been working at, and school will begin in less than a week. I have always loved the process of getting ready for school: the new clothes, the new supplies, finding out what teacher I got, etc. As I entered college, it was always interesting to meet a professor for the first time. Some were very down-to-earth, while others were firmly entrenched in an ivory tower. Regardless of the subject or the prof, I always think of this when I meet an instructor for the first time:

Hmmm...I wonder what my new students will think about me this time next year!

In the Spirit of Caftan Woman's 'Dilemma' Post...

2008-08-10T20:07:00.001-07:00

This is something I have been pondering for awhile now, but that really came back to me last night while watching that local production of "Oklahoma!" Knowing that the vast majority of the 6 or 7 people who read this blog are fans of the theatah, I ask this of you...I have yet to determine my stance:

The actress who played Laurie was very strong musically, but was lacking in conviction with her acting, and was even weaker when dancing. I know the show backwards and forwards, so I wasn't lost. I kept thinking that something would be lost on folks who are new to this show, though, as there was little feeling in her acting performance.

So, in a nutshell...

In musical theatre, is it better to be a singer who isn't a particularly capable actor, or is it better to be a strong actor with an ok singing voice?

Shows I Love, Volume 2

2008-08-09T10:21:00.000-07:00

The local community theatre is putting on "Oklahoma!" this weekend, and I will go for the second time this evening. Granted, I am going again so a friend doesn't have to go alone, but "Oklahoma!" is one of those shows that just stands up to multiple viewings.

"Oklahoma!" is my first memory of seeing a show -- I was 8 or 9, and my sister's high school put it on. For years, I thought of it as purely fun. Once I came to understand the importance of this Rodgers and Hammerstein classic, and once I really started to notice the layers and depth of the music and the characters, I started taking it very seriously.

So, without further ado, here is one of my favorite tunes from this great American musical!

Group Sing!!

2008-08-05T14:00:00.001-07:00

You know what, folks...Illinois is steamy this week!! I went to work this morning at 8, and it was already 88 degrees. On the upside, I have had the following song stuck in my head.

Care to join me in a sing-along??

Well, I Did It...

2008-08-02T07:52:00.000-07:00

I adopted a dog.

Greta recently turned five, and was given over to a canine foster home by loving parents who couldn't give her the time and attention she needs. We have really clicked this week, so I feel really good about the decision. As you can see, she is a little on the rotund side for a dachshund. I could stand to lose a few pounds myself, so we are working on that together.

No Particular Reason...

2008-07-28T11:10:00.000-07:00

I am sure I will post about my love of the Harlem Renaissance at some point. For the moment (since I am at work, and not really supposed to be blogging), I thought I would share this photo I found (while doing actual work).

I hope you all enjoy the image as I do.

TGIF!!

2008-07-25T05:29:00.000-07:00

Well friends, we have finally made it to Friday! No special reason for this clip, except that I have had this song on my mind, and a catchy 70s tune is a nice way to start a Friday morning. Enjoy the weekend!!

Ugh.

2008-07-20T08:39:00.000-07:00

It is humid here this weekend, my friends. There has been a haze over the landscape for the past few days, and the rain we were supposed to get hasn't come. Not that we need it, mind you, but the humidity is just unwelcome and unnecessary.

I don't know how it is in your neck of the woods, but I'll assume it's warm where you are, and I've decided to pick up this round. Enjoy!

A Tribute to the American Pastime

2008-07-16T15:55:00.000-07:00

Today is a travelling day, so even though MLB fans got almost a 2 for 1 last night, I thought I would treat you all to the lighter side of the best sport in the world on this day off. Enjoy, and here's to a wonderful 2nd half!!

">

I Invented Post-Its

2008-07-11T16:53:00.000-07:00

A couple of nights ago, I ran into a girl from my high school class. She and I always got along fine, but we were never friends. Actually, my best friend is a year younger, so while I got along with everyone in my own class, I wasn't really that close to any of them.

Anyway, this girl was pleased to see me, and said that they missed me last weekend. I asked her who missed me, and wondered why. Her response: "Our ten year reunion was last Saturday. We missed you there." Now, this girl has no reason to kiss up to me, so I don't doubt her sincerity. I looked her square in the eye and replied, "I was not invited to a reunion." Shocked, she apologized and said that she would make sure that didn't happen next time.

Now, I am not sad that I missed the reunion -- I really don't mind that I missed hanging out with a bunch of people that I got along with a few years back. I am just amused and annoyed by the fact that I just taught for a semester at my old high school. I had the reunion organizer's brother as one of my students, and I subsitute taught with her dad. Although I have not been in the area for the bulk of these past ten years, I have been on-hand of late.

Moreover, I am annoyed that I was not given the opportunity to pull something like this at the reunion:

Yum-Yum

2008-07-06T10:45:00.000-07:00

It's a funny thing about art -- I was watching a bit of "Drumline" last night on cable, and I couldn't stop thinking about Krup and Missy Stanwyck. One of my favorite little moments in this scene, incidentally, is when Cooper realizes he is tapping to the beat and corrects himself immediately. So cute.

The More Things Change, The More...

2008-07-02T09:55:00.000-07:00

In honor of the coming holiday, I decided to revisit a couple of numbers from "1776." I personally always loved the fella who bellowed "Someone ought to open up a window." Fun show...beautiful music. Underrated, methinks.

O, Canada!

2008-07-01T06:30:00.000-07:00

Now, I am not Canadian. I have not yet had the opportunity to cross the border and experience the country for myself. But, I do know there are some fine people up there, and I wish them a wonderful holiday.

So, my Canuck friends, do as you please today - eat, drink, be merry. Heck, take a nap, if it is your heart's desire. It's your day...savor it!

That Monday Feeling...

2008-06-30T10:13:00.000-07:00

It's Monday again. Although the weekend was nice, it was too short...as weekends tend to be. Luckily, this is a short work week. We also have Canada Day (you have a whole day to call your own...yeah!!) and the 4th holiday to look forward to.

Still, we have to get through Monday. As I post this, we are halfway there. Press on, dear friends.

A Musical Interlude

2008-06-28T08:12:00.000-07:00

Well friends, it has been a L-O-N-G and busy week. In honor of the weekend, I thought I would give you the gift of music. This has been stuck in my head, inexplicably, for a couple of days now. Enjoy, and have a wonderful weekend!

">

Open Thank You to the Toronto Blue Jays, fans, etc.

2008-06-25T20:52:00.000-07:00

A couple of months ago, I was incredibly vocal with regard to my disgust over losing my two favorite Cardinals to your fine organization. I knew they might not stay forever, but I just wasn't prepared to give up Eckstein and Rolen at the same time. It has been tough, but I think I am starting to move on.

Thank you, Toronto...I'm beginning to enjoy the view at third again!!

Fun With the English Language

2008-06-21T08:56:00.000-07:00

I think the photo speaks for itself. Instances such as this further convince me that becoming an English teacher is a really practical move. Lord knows there is job security!!

Approval Neither Desired Nor Required

2008-06-18T10:34:00.000-07:00

I am very slow to anger, and I tend to have a lot of patience with people. Still, I have been offended, and I feel like venting. Dear readership (all three or four of you!), feel free to comment.

For those who do not know, I started in college to be an English teacher. During my second year, when I was not quite twenty, I was asked to observe a class of 12th graders. I knew I wanted to work with high school kids, but I knew I wasn't ready to be an authority figure for kids who were only a couple of years my junior. I decided to delay the professional education coursework and finish with a combined major in English and Communications / Theatre. I knew that, in time, I would go back to education if the desire was still there. I ended up going to graduate school.

My plans for work after graduate school didn't work out as expected, but that just proved to me that it was time to continue on the path to becoming a teacher. I do not regret the backwards nature of achieving my goal, and I feel that this is the time. Not everyone shares my feeling.

A couple of days ago, I found out that a woman I have known for nearly twenty years works where I work. I dreaded running into her, because she always finds a way to make me feel inconsequential. Although I was a friend of her son's in school, she always finds a way to make me sound inferior to him. Long story short, our paths crossed, and the inevitable happened. Yesterday, she added insult to injury.

It isn't that I care that she has done this (I expected it)...it's the fact that I have wasted the energy being annoyed by it that unnerves me. As is the case with any situation in life, however, there is a showtune that perfectly suits the scenario. As I prepare to go back to work today and face this woman, my mantra is this: "I ain't sayin' I'm better than anybody else, but I'll be danged if I ain't jest as good!"

Well said, Aunt Eller. Well said, indeed.

"not...by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."

2008-06-16T09:48:00.000-07:00

More than forty years ago, Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke of a dream -- that all Americans, regardless of race, religion, socio-economic background, etc. would be able to unite as one and make this nation great.

This summer, I have the privilege of working with the Boys and Girls Club in my community. Our community is large enough to have it's share of gangs, violence, and crime, but small enough for there to be a very noticeable dividing line between those who have and those who don't. I am working on the 'wrong side of the tracks,' and my eyes are truly being opened.

As I watch children from this community come together, from different families and, in some instances, completely different walks of life, I am struck by how open and innocent these children are. They are not caught up in race, gender, or religious differences, they merely want to enjoy the company and companionship of each other. They are a wonderful role model for many of the adults in this world who do judge on the surface stuff.

These kids want to love and be loved. They want to know that their life matters to someone. In the end, isn't that true for all of us?

If Ignoring this Sign is Wrong...

2008-06-14T15:06:00.001-07:00

I don't want to be right.

I spent four days last week in the Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee. I was there for the wedding of my dear friends Les and Darcie. As a bonus, I was treated to a beautiful show by Mother Nature.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/27646586@N02/sets/72157605615509725/

Am I Missing Something Here, Part II

2008-06-11T19:05:00.001-07:00

Perhaps a proper subtitle for this post would be "A Humble Question from Generation X." The thing is, I am all for individuality. I think the world would be very boring if all of the people in it were carbon copies of one another. Still, I have to say that I have given saggy jeans several years to grow on me (no pun intended), and I am just not seeing it.

Seriously, folks...isn't life hard enough without having to hold up your pants as you walk down the street?!

To Be Filed Under the Heading "I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up"

2008-06-10T10:52:00.000-07:00

Last week, I spent a few days in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. One of my very best friends, who now lives in Mississippi, was married there on Saturday, and it was my honor to be asked to participate in the ceremony. I rode to TN with her father and grandfather, but had to return earlier than the others. Due to travel costs at present, the most affordable means of transport for me was Greyhound.

Now, I love to travel, and I am definitely not above riding the bus. In fact, I consider my experiences between Sunday at 1:00 pm (EST) and Monday at 5:00 am (CST) to be fodder for the memoir that a couple of friends have stated resides within me. The trip (8-9 hours by car) was tedious by bus, but I was certainly entertained.

My first leg of the journey (Knoxville to Chattanooga) was spent listening to the wit and wisdom of an older fella named "Good Time Charlie." Charlie spends his summers riding across the country, for free, to visit family and friends. His methods for obtaining these free rides are not exactly above board, but he seems to enjoy himself. This man, en route to Lake Charles, Louisiana, was definitely entertaining (albeit not altogether lucid).

The second leg (Chattanooga to Nashville) found me in line with five other people, including one sweet elderly woman. The departing bus had room for four of us, so she, a younger fellow, a truck driver, and I were let on the bus. A few miles down the road, our bus made a pit stop. Our bags were sniffed by a very spirited police dog and, come to find out, the sweet elderly woman had drugs in her luggage. She was allowed to stay on the bus, but we still don't know whose they were. I imagine she is in Dallas by now.

The Nashville to Paducah leg of my tour of the south quickly became a tutorial on truck driving. I found myself seated in the middle of several truck drivers who were headed to a company orientation outside Paducah. A couple of the guys were very feisty and very loud. Still, I couldn't bring myself to drown them out with the jazz and showtunes on my iPod -- this was entertainment!

The rest of the trip was boring, as we all pretty much slept. I have to say that, while not the most comfortable or time efficient means of travel, my first Greyhound experience was entertaining and memorable. Life is an adventure, so consider this episode one for the book!!

Shows I Love, volume 1

2008-06-04T07:37:00.000-07:00

As a theatre lover, I have been fortunate to see quite a few shows. Some have left me flat, while some have blown me away. Since I am not prone to making favorites lists and ranking shows, movies, etc., I have decided to showcase some of my favorites...in no certain order.

Without further ado:

RAGTIME (Fox Theatre, St. Louis, MO / Fall '99)

Simply put, this managed to be one of the most visually stunning shows I have ever seen, while still being personal and intimate in nature. The music was incredible, the characters and stories were moving, and the entire experience was just overwhelming!

News + Entertainment =

2008-05-29T12:43:00.000-07:00

HEAVEN!!

My Dad and Doris Day

2008-05-28T07:20:00.000-07:00

Memorial Day has passed, but it is never too late to thank those who have made sacrifices for the greater good. My father is one of them. Rather than tell sad stories of the injuries he sustained in Vietnam, the loss of friends abroad, or the funerals he assisted in at Arlington National Cemetary, I would rather recount a story that conveys the thought that, even during the worst of times, there can be a positive.

My dad entered the United States Marine Corps in the summer of 1967. Newly graduated from high school, he was too young to be shipped to Vietnam right away, so he remained stateside for additional training until he turned 18 in late autumn. During one of his cross-country flights between bases in North Carolina and California, he found himself sitting next to an attractive blonde woman. He kept looking out of the corner of his eye, and, not wanting to bother her, he kept to himself. Finally, the urge became too great: "I hate to bother you, ma'am, but are you Doris Day?" She answered yes, and the seventeen-year-old Marine was in heaven!

From his account, she was incredibly down-to-earth. They talked for the remainder of the flight, and she was very appreciative of his service to the country...something that, at that time, was rarely the case. To this day, I joke around with my dad about his "girlfriend." Is it any wonder I grew up hearing Dad sing this song?

I Hate Allergies.

2008-05-26T19:55:00.001-07:00

I intended to post a tribute for Memorial Day today, but I have been feeling pretty rotten. The rain has held off for the first time in about 3 days, so today has been humid. It has also been prime for people to mow. And mow. And mow. My eyes are so full right now, I think I will leave you all with this little gem. I should be back on tomorrow with a tribute to my favorite veteran, my dad.

Oh, for the love of Obama!

2008-05-23T20:05:00.001-07:00

I rarely voice my political thoughts and preferences. I try to keep informed, but do not usually opt to enter into a public rhetoric about the issues, candidates, etc. I can't let this one go, though.

Hillary, Hillary, Hillary...I hope the shoe is tasty, because your mouth is certainly big enough for it!!

Happy 100th to a Pleasant Guy

2008-05-20T08:16:00.000-07:00

How Much Is Too Much?

2008-05-12T09:28:00.000-07:00

I can be pretty liberal, particularly where art is concerned. I tend to believe that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and art (in whatever form) should be a freeway for expression. The same goes for one's reaction to art.

And then I sat by a drunk / possibly high woman during a staging of "Movin' Out" on Friday. After being touched, breathed on, disrupted, and, essentially, tormented for two hours, I had to wonder...when dealing with something as subjective as theatre (and your reaction thereof), how much is too much? How much should I be able to react in public without causing other patrons discomfort or distraction? How much should I be willing to put up with from other patrons? Is there a standard anymore, or is it all just dependant on the show?

It has been two days and several hot showers later, and I still feel violated. I am also more perplexed. Just how much is too much?

Public Service Announcement

2008-05-04T07:41:00.000-07:00

And now, a friendly PSA from the cast of "Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella":

ALWAYS PRACTICE SAFE SINGING!

That is all...

You Know, I Learned Something Today...

2008-05-02T06:52:00.000-07:00

Apparently this:

Plus this:

And one of these:

Equals:

Now, I have no intention of trying this myself, but I have to laugh. Years of higher education...thousands of dollars in tuition. Classes designed to teach me how to make my mark on the world, and on future generations.

I have SO much to learn...

Trouble with a Capital "T," and That Rhymes With "P," and That Stands For...

2008-04-25T04:48:00.000-07:00

Pool!

A week from Monday, I will be done with my finals and will begin my summer vacation. I should be chomping at the bit to finish all of my projects, papers, and readings. I should be running myself ragged with all-nighters, late nighters, and No Doze. I should be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel, thereby committing myself to working without cease until the last grade is posted and my potential 4.0 GPA semester is in the books.

I should be...but that would make too much sense. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my current favorite delay tactic:

Straight Pool
Rack 'em up! Play straight pool against others wherever they are.

Something tells me old Harold Hill was spot-on...

My Love - Hate Relationship With Gwen Stefani

2008-04-21T15:40:00.000-07:00

In recent years, Gwen has helped bring show tunes back to the masses:

But then she had to change this:

into this:

Gwen, Gwen, Gwen...I love ya, but why did you have to jack around with Rodgers and Hammerstein? More to the point, why did you have to jack around with 'The Lonely Goatherd?" I mean, I love 'Fiddler,' but Topol can hold his own. The poor marionettes hardly saw it coming!!

Am I Missing Something Here? Part II

2008-04-16T20:30:00.000-07:00

A couple of days ago, I saw something that made me laugh rather heartily. As I think about it more, however, I am completely befuddled by it. I can't seem to come to terms with it, so I figured that I would just shoot it out into cyberspace and see if I got a reaction.

I saw a man wearing a camoflage sweatshirt and a large, black cowboy hat with silver accents.

I readily admit that I am overthinking this. And contrary to popular opinion, I do have a life and many other things going on in it. Still, I thrive on these sorts of things...it's like a puzzle or something.

What gets me is this: camoflage purports to make one blend in. A cowboy hat, worn in a city setting, tends to make one stand out. Was this just his way of playing hard to get?

I don't know...it was lost on me.

Curing a Case of the "Mondays"

2008-04-14T20:04:00.000-07:00

It has been a L-O-N-G day, my friends. I thought there was no better way to round out a full day than with a good laugh.

Let's face it...some days you are Lumbergh, and some days you are Milton.

Cheers!

Am I Missing Something Here? Part I

2008-04-11T18:23:00.000-07:00

I was behind a Ford Focus today on the way back from school. As I got closer to said vehicle, I realized that the owner had not one, not two, but FOUR of those ribbon magnets on the back of his/her car. Immediately, my mind started wondering many stupid things: would those magnets hold together a rusting car? Could those magnets ever have enough collective force to, say, demagnetize a credit card in the vehicle? Could magnets of that ilk lessen my need for a really good auto detailing this Spring?

My mind reeled, which was not good. Don't get me wrong...I am all for mental stimulation. Analyzing things to the Nth degree is my forte. BUT, I was driving my Elantra down the highway in 30 mph wind that was causing white caps on mud puddles. My car was being pushed around like a little nerd at recess. My mind needed to be on the road. Instead, I was transfixed by car magnets.

Although this message will likely give off this vibe, I am not vain, nor am I a mean-spirited person. I am all for magnets, although I would never care to put one on my car. I am all for showing support to various causes and organizations. The appeal of some things in this world, though, totally escapes me. Having enough car magnets (good cause or no) to cover up the tail end of my vehicle is one of them.

Nerd Alert!

2008-04-09T07:37:00.000-07:00

I admit it...I am an English nerd. I love to read books with symbolism that is so deep that it gives you a migraine to figure it out. I take pride in having a large vocabulary and knowing how to use it. I am bothered by errors in spelling and mechanics on television and in print media quite often. Shakespeare does not frighten me. I am an English nerd.

Having said that, this song has always been a bit of a thorn in my side. I like it, but it isn't altogether correct. There is so much more to my favorite literary device than:

I had my junior English kids tear this song apart yesterday...and a fight ensued! That usually wouldn't be a good thing, but these kids are pretty quiet when it comes to English class and turn-of-the-century American literature (Kate Chopin, in this case). The fight stemmed from the individual interpretations of the song and the scenarios in it. It was eventually decided that all of Alanis' scenarios could be ironic, given more specific details as to the surrounding events. Some were outright ironic, while others were just instances of very bad luck.

Now, I fully admit that I did not re-invent the wheel with this activity. I am sure that English teachers the world over have had issues with this song over the past decade. But it worked. It got my kids to really debate and care about something literary. Needless to say, it was a rewarding way to cap off my two week pre-student teaching unit with the kids.

Oh, and I'm curious: irony or bad luck...what do you think?

'Cinderella' Gone Wild!

2008-04-05T16:22:00.000-07:00

His Royal Highness, Prince Christopher, Cinderella

Today I had the ultimate joy of accompanying about a dozen teenagers to the costume and prop house of the local theatre guild. Actually, it was a joy...the kids really got into the experience and took ownership of their roles. I NEVER thought my guys would be bigger divas than the girls...but they really had some fun. They were all creative, courteous, and really worked together. I think this day together helped ease our burn-out going into month three of rehearsals.

I had hoped to get more shots, but I was too busy running around answering everyone's questions and dishing out my opinion. After awhile, I told 'em all I was changing my name.

Suffice it to say, I am now being called Thomas. Yeah, I don't get it, either...but I seem to be responding to it. I am so whipped.

Notes From the "Underground"

2008-04-02T12:07:00.000-07:00

"You want me to put on a costume?!"

"Um, do I look like I'm 7?"

"Ms. Shafer, I am not singing in front of the class."

Such positive (cough, cough) comments could be heard this morning as the Jr. English class I am teaching for two weeks climbed off the bus and onto the property of Woodlawn Farm, a stop on the Underground Railroad. Determined to make this a useful and enjoyable experience (and understanding how embarrassing these sorts of tasks can be for a 16 or 17 year old in a group of his/her peers), I smirked and told them to give it a shot.

Hand to God, they were hooked within five minutes. When portraying runaway slaves, they tussled over costumes to look the part. One girl stood in front of the class with the historical interpreter and sang a spiritual. The group whittled soap, snuck through the darkness, and Red Rovered like there was no tomorrow.

Education is already proving to be a challenging field; I never quite know what I will encounter when I walk in the classroom. But I do know this -- I can never underestimate these kids and what they will do. It seems like when I keep an open mind, they keep an open mind. I know I taught them something today, and it feels really good.

It also felt really good to be seven again!!

Better late than never??

2008-03-31T11:48:00.000-07:00

We all know the old chestnut "Better late than never." Keep that in mind when you look at the following photo taken this afternoon:

Ok, so I am far from punctual. Actually, I operate two ways with regard to time: insanely early and barely late. If I were a character in "Dances With Wolves," my name would be "Never on Time." That said, even I know that when it is almost time for April showers to bring May flowers, your Christmas tree should be farther from your home than the END OF YOUR STREET!!

I do not know who on this block has committed this holiday decor faux pas, but I do know that when it stops raining, I will walk the street in search of visible Christmas lights, etc. Although I really should thank them...this gives me the reason to revisit a holiday favorite:

It also allowed me to find a really enjoyable remake:

Happy Spring, Everyone!!

As We Stumble Along

2008-03-28T17:44:00.000-07:00

It's been a busy couple of weeks, and while I hate to deprive my hoards of readers of a wordy post, I'm going to let a showtune do my talking tonight. This is certainly not to say that I am a lush, but a gal has to do what a gal has to do. School has been busy, we had some drama "drama" with my theatre class, and I am a bit tired from the week.

So, if you'll excuse me for the time being, I've a bottle of Bailey's and a cup of decaf calling my name. Cheers!

You know it's midterm time when...

2008-03-06T22:19:00.001-08:00

It's 12:30 a.m., and you and your fellow procrastinators have set up camp in the computer lab. The sounds of random YouTube videos intermingle with legitimate educational discussions. You and your cohorts are considering new and practical ways to smuggle alcohol into the building...you know, to make it through the night. Unfortunately, the fact remains that you would all have to put on shoes and actually exert some effort to do so.

What can build such a community among folks from all walks of life?

STAY TUNED FOR DEVELOPMENTS...I HAVE A GAG REEL ON YOUTUBE TO CHECK OUT WITH MY PALS RIGHT NOW!!

Musings on a Snowy Sunday Night...

2008-02-17T16:35:00.000-08:00

My blog's backround bears a striking resemblence to the backdrop on "Larry King Live." I guess as long as I don't start bearing a striking resemblence to Larry King, I am ok with that.

That is all.

A "Cinderella" story

2008-02-10T13:28:00.000-08:00

Well, it has been a couple of weeks since my last entry. School has been busy, and I have managed to start two new jobs in the past week.

I have been hired by Franklin High School to teach a theatre class and direct the musical. There has been some issues surrounding their staffing for the course, so I was called in to help. I feel like a fish out of water with the directing bit...I am definitely having to cull through my own experiences with performing and working on the technical side of shows to get a feel for directing. It isn't easy to have your head in all of the different components of a show at one time, but I'm sure I'll get the hang of it.

I am sure that as time goes by, I will have many little stories to share about the experience...stay tuned!

Thanks, Dr. Smith

2008-01-30T11:18:00.001-08:00

This past week, Illinois College (and the Jacksonville educational community) lost an incredibly valuable individual. I won't say that I always got along with the guy. In fact, there were times I downright didn't care for him. But in my experiences, the most unnerving educational experiences tend to bring the best out of me. Regardless of where we were on a personal level, we respected each other, and he cared about my future as an educator.

In just six months, you influenced me more in the educational sense than many people can in a lifetime. Thank you, Dr. Smith.

http://www.airsman-hires.com/obituaries/viewobit.php?oid=2622

My unintentional inaugural post.

2008-01-25T08:44:00.000-08:00

Um, welcome to my blog. I am now a registered user of this site because I wanted to post a snarky comment on a friend's site, and they made me become a user. Damn peer pressure!

Anyway, this may turn out to be fun. I'm not a real big talker, so I can't promise frequent posts. Then again, blogging is something I hope to implement in my classrooms in the future, so this might prove to be a great thing that I stumbled upon.

Cheers!