Saturday, June 4, 2011

Good food, good baseball...

Thank you, LORD, for this food; please bless it to our bodies, and bless the hands that prepared it.

We fed ourselves well tonight on asparagus, potato salad and pork.I made only my second batch of potato salad ever and it turned out so good, with the help of foodnetwork.com. Landlord's grill never dissapoints; we used roasted garlic in the marinade on the pork...melted in the mouth.
Papa Grande is one big hotdog, Miggy is like a big kid always smiling and having fun. They're fun to watch, especially while eating well.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Brother Gary in Urbana...

I love you...miss you bro

Black Plague

Return to your monastery if you feel betrayed, or join us and do God's work.

Exams, Day 3

Friday.
Last day for students of the 2010-2011 school year.
One of the school board members just bought me breakfast and reminded me to save room: his wife was bringing in a cake to celebrate a colleague's retirement.
There is no more real coffee near the staff pot, only decaf...yuk.
Dropkick Murphys make up for the lack of caffeine. (I still don't know how to spell that word.)
There is an aid that works with the special ed kids in my morning math class. She was willing to take the darling 8th graders to the gym, God bless her.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Exams, Day 2

FST is the affectionate, shortened version of the title for this course; it stands for Functions, Statistics, and Trigonometry, and one can clearly see the reason for the desire for some sort of abbreviation. The remaining scholars have begun the measly three-page test; seniors have already departed weeks ago and three scholars asked to take this exam early for various reasons. One girl just stopped showing up months ago. The room is silent save for the muted sound of my typing (not the clickety click stupid noises computers make in the movies) and random sniffles and coughs. These juniors have all recently presented a lesson for their fourth quarter project and done wonderfully...to-day we will see how much they remember and can regurgitate. Nice kids, all. Trudy is brilliant and asks questions about things days before we 'cover' them in class.Danny is polite and mostly quiet but will laugh insanely at any spontaneous random time. Chicken moved up here from New Mexico and has made friends with everyone by virtue of his friendly demeanour and quick wit. He's quite a gifted scholar also. Ni-Ca is quiet but asks real good questions and is one of those tough students to read because she never responds after I answer the question...like " oh, ok, i get it" or "ooooo don't get it, try again", or even "i'm sorry, your ridiculous choice of color combinations in your outfit really distracted me, could you repeat that?", ... something, please!!
Bradly is a great thinker but tries too hard with the puns sometimes. He's got himself the King of all Calculators and has taught himself a good deal about how to use it when doing functions, trigonometry, and (of course) statistics. Tyrone would rather be somewhere else and lets me know this daily, in spite of a decent math's aptitude. I made him promise if he got through this year in good shape that he'd never take a math class with me again. Madjesty is brilliant and asks tough questions that I can't answer sometimes. She used to get mad when she didn't understand something (kind of like how I do when there's no more pizza left, or if the Tiger bullpen gives up a game), but she's been more civil of late. Justly is a runner and really nice. She used to come get help like every morning before school and the grades reflected her increased labors. Amity is also very bright and could teach this class but occasionally just doesn't do an assignment or two. (I've found this to be the case with brilliant folks as well as with folk of average intelligence: we all choose to be either lazy or dilligent, and some of us choose both!). Lindy is studious, pays attention to detail, and is fun-loving. The work she turns in is some of the best in the class. Bile is another extremely gifted mathematician but is extremely lazy. He consistently does the absolute minimal to get by, but can get average grades without really trying (which seems to satisfy him to no end).  I look forward to working with most of these scholars in the future, Lord willing.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

...last week of school

I'm sitting at one of the desks in the K-12 office waiting for copies of the geometry final i'm giving tomorrow. The desk used to belong to one of the secretaries here; she now is working down at the other end of the building for our Superintendent (may he live forever). So this desk is cleared off now, except for my HP EliteBook 8540p, and it's weird. The copier in the Student Services office (SS) is not unlike the 'main' copier that most of the high- and middle-school staff has been using for the past several years, and is now being phased out by a newer, slicker model from another company. The newer, slicker model has been a wonderful beast of burden for us all (it'll staple a big old test wherever the hell you want it to!) for the past few weeks undoubtedly. To-day, though, I noticed some symptoms that were not unlike symptoms Robby the Robot began exhibiting when the Robinsons thought he was all that. I was making copies of my Advanced Algebra exam, a meager single-sided 7 pages (compare to the 19 page double-sided bitch for Geometry =) and right about the end of the jam, what do ya know but the Alert! beeps begin chirping and the Danger! display shows me the 27 spots where there are papers jammed inside. Now I'm no rocket scientist, but should a brand stinking new machine be jamming in 27 places after only a couple o' weeks work?!? So I follows the directions as best I can and tries to remove all the paper. It took about 1500 opening and slamming parts of this machine I had no business exploring, but finally I heard an agreeable hum and away she started again. (It must be said that the whole 'fixin it' process took about 12 minutes or so...enough time to get me breathing hard, cursing loudly, and sweating profusely.)
After one more complete copy damn if the beeps didn't start again and here we were all jammed up like logs on the Mississippi. But this time, I knows what I'm doing - I'm virtually an old pro!!! - so I begin the loathsome ritual once again, this time taking only seven or eight minutes. The paper was hot, but not streaked. There are other options, I remind myself, and ponder this for future jobs.
It's time, now, to photocopy the big-ass Geometry final. Options: retry the new, slick, recently-twiced-jammed lounge copier, remove to the Media Center (where there are way fewer jams, but the copies come complete with streaked black artwork non necessarily budgeted for which has, in the past, obstructed the actual print on the pages), or really remove to the Student Services Office, where I hear tell that copier NEVER jams.
You don't have to guess which option I chose, and my little rambling herein is the result. 20 perfect copies all in the time it took to type this!! Praise God!!!

Friday, May 27, 2011

Guy Fawkes

Remember, remember the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason, and Plot
I see no reason why the
Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

On the eve of Memorial Day Weekend, the kids who did their presentation 7th hour also brought in these little cheesecake strawberry graham cracker crust things and i had way too many of them. That'll send me on my way south well, i might add.

Strength through unity, unity through faith!

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Rob Roy

If it's a boy, call him Robert. If it be a lass, name her after my love, Mary McGregor.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Game 6

Our Wings peppered the goal in the first period tonight, looking alot like the Sharks in every other game. I always say keep it up and they'll start going in! They've gotten calls and have had a couple of power plays which went well, other than the puck not going in the net. Keep shootin the puck, boys!!

Sunday, May 1, 2011

On the Tigers

Absolutely love seeing them boys bunt for a base hit every now and again. Inge needs to learn to do this, I am sure. But Rhymes, Jackson, Santiago have all attempted it recently and I say darnitall it's about time!
Porcello's effort last night was all but stellar.

There were some bright spots in the most recent (Sunday's) loss: Raburn's catch running hard to his backhand side in the corner deep,  Avilla's continued hitting, Coke's maintaining his composure and getting himself out of trouble.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

On movies

Cats and Dogs: Revenge of Kitty Galore makes me laugh out loud. I have lived most of my life as either a cat or dog's person (often both) and find their facial expressions and comments so funny in this film.Thank you, Brad Peyton, for going so anti-hollywood by leaving out every asinine sexual reference, thank you.

Victor Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre Dame with Charles Laughton and Maureen O'hara is superb. Completed during "Hollywood's Greatest Year" (along with Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, The Wizard of Oz, Gone with the Wind, and Wuthering Heights),  'tis a tale of Beauty and the Beast set in 15th century Paris. The final line of the film just floored me: Quasimodo, while watching the beautiful Esmeralda, whose life he saved, ride off into the sunset with her husband, inquires of the gargoyle he leans against: "Why was I not made of stone like thee?"  Brought me to tears.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Rainy windy Tuesday

A short school day to-day: a local transformer failed due to high winds causing power outages through town, particularly at Onekama School. Students were dismissed at 9:30; we, shortly thereafter.

Just aBSOLUTELY love seeing Brandon Inge get a huge base knock in a tight game...yahoooo!!!

Would love a pizza pizza pantastic right about now.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Church bells fascinate me...

The whole idea of large devices clanging in response to several pulls on a hefty braid of hemp, calling the townsfolks to gather ... for mass, for a funeral, for a wedding, ... nice.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Thief, by Third Day

I am a thief, I am a murderer
Walking up this lonely hill
What have I done? I don't remember
No one knows just how I feel
and I know that my time is coming soon.


It's been so long. Oh, such a long time
Since I've lived with peace and rest
Now I am here, my destination
guess things work for the best
and I know that my time is coming soon


Who is this man? This man beside me

They call the King of the Jews
They don't believe that He's the Messiah
But, somehow I know it's true.
And they laugh at Him in mockery,
and beat Him till he bleeds
They nail Him to the rugged cross,
and raise Him, they raise Him up next to me


My time has come, I'm slowly fading
I deserve what I receive

Jesus when You are in Your kingdom
Could You please remember me
and He looks at me still holding on
the tears fall from His eyes
He says I tell the truth
Today, you will live with Me in paradise
and I know that my time is coming soon
and I know paradise is coming soon.


Author: Mac Powell
Copyright: (C) 1995 Class Reunion Music/Little Big Man Music

Monday, April 4, 2011

U-Conn/Butler

Don't care.
I have just become a Leann Rimes fan, though.

I'll Never Find Another You

There’s a new world somewhere they call the Promised Land;
And I’ll be there someday if you will hold my hand;
I still need you there beside me, no matter what I do;
For I know I’ll never find another you. 

There is always someone for each of us they say,
And you’ll be my someone, forever and a day;
I could search the whole world over, until my life is through,
But I know I’ll never find another you. 

It’s a long, long journey, so stay by my side,
If I walk through a storm, you’ll be my guide,
Be my guide...
If they gave me a fortune, my treasure would be small;
I could lose it all tomorrow, and never mind at all;
But if I should lose your love, dear, I don’t know what I’d do,
For I know I’ll never find another you!

http://www.stcatherines.org/atlantaeme/MESong.html

Friday, April 1, 2011

Then Hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh, and trotted across to the Lion.
“Please,” she said, “you're so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I'd sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”
“Dearest daughter,” said Aslan, planting a lion's kiss on her twitching, velvet nose, “I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.”

The Horse and His Boy, C.S. Lewis

April has Come, ...

and the 2011 Season has begun!
Detroit opened in the Bronx, an instant classic already in the eyes (and mouths) of Those Who Know: Justin Verlander and his less than 1.0 spring ERA and the Thumpin Tigers against the pinstriped Yankees with Cy Young CC Sabathia on the hill. JV threw alot of pitches early but kept the Tigers in the game by allowing 3 runs through six innings of work. He seemed to be getting ahead in the count, but had trouble putting folks away like we would have liked him to (8 K, 4 BB, 3 ER = 4.5 ERA); in the end though, the bullpen didn't do its job. Phil Coke replaced JV in the 7th and immediately gave up the game-winning dinger to Curtis Granderson..
Trends to watch: We'll see if the tumultuous RISP continues from last year (1-7); runners LOB was also quite bad as I recall (6, yestreday).