After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.
time: morning
mood: UN-caffeinated
music: moves like Jagger
I am reading through “A Complete Course in Freshman English” by Harry Shaw. It is an old book. The pages are thin and brittle and whose bindings, I have reinforced rather pathetically with some tape. But it looks rather impressive so I figured its a good place to start to clock in my hours to become a writer.
“In no sense is it a course designed for the training of professional writers or speakers.”
Truth be told I never wanted to be a writer. I wrote a couple of children’s books but truth be told they probably aren’t very good and besides 3 year olds are very forgiving critics. But I have wandered into a life where I find myself a writer nay a content editor to be precise. Which considering my very libertine views on sentence construction , I find myself constantly double checking if they, my bosses, have realized their error and are in fact firing me every day I walk into work.
In fact I have been working with that particular mindset in place, which did a couple of things to my demeanor at work; one, it made me feel like I had nothing to lose since they were going to fire me anyway so I might as well do what I think was best without editing myself for political correctness and two, it made work rather fun so ergo I was fun and three, I was frightfully candid.
A couple months later they still have not fired me and I have somewhat gotten faster at writing if not better. So I have decided if they are going to keep me around I will learn to be a writer and if it takes me 10,000 hours then it will simply take me 10,000 hours. It seems depressingly long time but I choose to follow where my feet bring me and it has brought me to this doorstep.
I guess I will be sticking around awhile.
Nothing like being told to write that creates a blank space in my head filled with white noise. Funny how when I don’t have to write , I seem to be more creative . Maybe because the characters aren’t mine. I don’t know what it is. I just not very impressed with myself and don’t really have the hubris to set my chin against the dictators of my pen and say “well I am the writer! ” like a battle cry and stomp off.
So I’m writing now just so I can write. One can only stare at empty piece of paper for so long.
Maybe because the scene well is so boring. I cant get a feel for the character. Live like an alien, breathe like an alien be the alien. I think its the name. They gave the alien a name. Now the name is stuck in my head and lives encased in its name like a cement coffin.
Six Ways to be a Bad Teacher
by Don Skoog
When I was a kid, I had the chance to study with a well-known drum teacher in Chicago. At the first lesson, my enthusiasm turned to fear when he began to nitpick every detail of my playing, angrily, as if each tap of the drum was a personal insult. His attitude said I was hopeless, a waste of his time…. I walked out of the studio, shattered. I eventually found another teacher but the damage of that one lesson affected my confidence for years to come. Later, when I began to teach, I promised myself I would never do to a student what he had done to me.
As a teacher, your influence affects the life of every student who walks into your studio. You can be a force for growth or withdrawal in the lives of the people who come to you for help, so think carefully about what type of impact you want to have on them. Here are some attitudes or personality traits that negatively impact other people. If you recognize yourself here you should think long and hard before taking up a teaching career.
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Instead of an ending it really does seem more like a beginning.
Yesterday Batch 1 of my Nosework 2 Class had just graduated. My students are a Golden Retriever named Cash, a Dachshund named Hershey, and a Siberian Husky named Watson. I learned a lot from this class, the first and primary one is , though I may have all the documentation necessary to say I can teach detection in the end of it all dogs cant read.
This class made me a better teacher because of the students , canine and human, kept pushing the line. The only one who was very obvious about pushing the boundaries was Watson who was the best in his class in his tenth class of Nosework. For some reason, he decided that it would be more interesting to hold my heart on a string and attach that string to a roller coaster as he toed the line of disorderly conduct, insubordination, and mutiny for the first 9 classes. I know one cannot prove that dogs have a sense of humor scientifically but Watson has me thinking that science needs to hurry and figure that one out.
Hershey, little Hershey aka SuperGirl, reminds me of my bestfriend … a lot ( obsessively organized, practical, and knows she is smart without being arrogant ) and is probably one of the smartest dogs and bravest dogs I have ever met. Who knew in that teeny tiny princess prancing dog lay a full blooded German Shepherd. I own a German Shepherd and I see Hershey as a travel sized version of a working K9 because working with her really felt like working with the Belgians and German Shepherds I had worked with before. That tiny little dog , with her stroller in tow, is in all and every aspect of the word a working canine. I even had to be careful when I would tell her owner where the target was because Hershey would go directly to the locations I would say it was. I swear that dog can speak English . The challenge with Hershey was she was too organized . I had to make sure to keep things random for her as possible or she develops a search pattern and wont deviate from it making her time slower than necessary. I felt like Adam Sandler in 50 first dates. I had to keep it different and yet the same over and over again.
time: 5:51
music: garfunkel and oates
I will hate to admit this but I truly believe that my dog has an evil peanut dog in her head that seeks to undo me and my reputation at any minute. It plots on a daily basis to embarrass me and make me look like a complete and total moron.
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I love this song. It explains how pagmamahal works. .. Who knows , I could be wrong. Being a mayor of the simpletons means you are wrong ..alot.
Cheers! Enjoy!
Nudork
Never been near a university,
never took a paper or a learned degree,
and some of your friends think that’s stupid of me,
but it’s nothing that I care about.
Well I don’t know how to tell the weight of the sun,
and of mathematics well I want none,
and I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
but I know one thing and that’s I love you.
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