Two hundred bits!
...times have certainly changed, but the joy of a hot towel shave has not. It was worth every one of the twelve dollars.
An infrequently updated journal of thoughts, ramblings, and rantings, The Minstrel's Tale will be an absolutely unauthoritative source on anything. Check frequently for new posts in order to be frequently frustrated by their absence!
Two hundred bits!
...times have certainly changed, but the joy of a hot towel shave has not. It was worth every one of the twelve dollars.
From The Mudflats: Rest in Peace Pete Seeger (1919-2014) http://feedly.com/e/R1NfO34P
I'll play him in school tomorrow. Be sure of it.
Does anyone else lament the departure of the days when racists said what they meant? I'm so tired of reading racist things said in code by people who swear that they're not racist "but we have to accept that single parents/urban kids/immigrants/minorities simply don't have the abilities/education/values that the rest of us do."
Look, if your sentence starts with something along the lines of, "I'm not racist/sexist/homophobic, but...", guess what: you are, and you need to stop it now, asshole.
Me: We're out of flour.
The Boy: Let's buy some more.
Me: Why don't you just make some?
The Boy: How do you do that?
Me: Well, the first step is to grow some wheat.
The Boy: Let's just buy some.
I hope my insistence on learning what kids want (and should) be called has ever had half of the impact this kid felt.
"At the start of a new semester, I walk into a math class. My teacher is blond and blue-eyed . . ."
Really, folks? You're going to spend MLK Day arguing over whether it was appropriate for one sportsball guy to talk rudely of another sportsball guy in the wake of triumphing at the sportsball AND you're going to turn it into a big ugly racist thing?
I despair.
Honestly, I can't believe full-grown, nominally educated adults take this "speaking in tongues" bullshit seriously. You're babbling gibberish, not yakking the divine language. If that's how your god talks, you can keep him.
Edit: incidentally, if you can hear her, apparently you are not Satan. Congratulations!