Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Future Classroom

Our high school is building a new building. The old one will soon be torn down and a new gleaming facilty will take its place. Probably be a year or so before I have to relocate. 

I have mixed emotions being that I've been in the same classroom for the past fourteen years. I love my room. It's big, near the teacher's lounge, and has a window that overlooks my parking space. It's quirky and feels like a second home. 

My new room will be smaller as all newly built classrooms are. It won't have carpet and will probably be on a second floor. I'm sure it will be high-tech. But it will probably be sterile in a modernist way. 

So I'm making plans for its decor. I'm going to deck it out like Indiana Jones's classroom in Raiders of the Lost Ark. Old artifacts and big desk. Vintage posters and globes. I need to find an antique flip chalkboard. 

Irony. The new mod Apple Store looking classroom transformed into an old school prep school or Ivy League lecture hall. 

Please keep your eye out for that rolling flip chalkboard!  

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

New Blog Post

I haven't blogged lately. So in order to get the ball rolling again I just decided to post this...this post about nothing in particular. This photo has no correlation to this post. Just posting for posting sake. 

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


We are raising an entire of generation of kids who think Tesla is a car and not a 90's rock band. And apparently the rock band was named after a guy who discovered electricity or something. 

Friday, February 06, 2015 a dog

Actually saw someone try to defend Brian Williams saying that the difference between Williams and other news anchors is that he confessed his lie. 

Well, he did indeed confess...after he was caught. Does that really count? Because if he hadn't been ratted out by the pilots of the helicopter and Stars and Stripes, do you seriously think he would have confessed?

And they're right...those Fox News Anchors have a lot, I mean A LOT, of confessing to do.

Thursday, February 05, 2015


Can you tell which one is me?


Tuesday, February 03, 2015


I was listening to sports radio this morning. ESPN's Mike and Mike to be precise. Mike Greenberg was expressing his shock that despite being the most watched TV show in history he couldn't believe that more people didn't watch the Super Bowl last Sunday. Despite pulling a staggering 49 rating Greenberg could not fathom that over 2/3rds of Americans did not watch what he described as a piece of Americana. He implied that it was almost un-American NOT to watch the game.

At that moment I resolved to not watch next year's game.

Of course if the Kansas City Chiefs miraculously make the game I'll go back on that.

But I got caught in the great trap. I watched a game I cared nothing about. I had no rooting interest in the game. I even watched the commercials because I wanted to be able to talk about them the next day. I didn't want to be left out of the conversations the next day. I was glad that I watched the most ridiculous call in the history of football so I could skewer Pete Carroll along with everyone else in America.

I suspect that most of us watch the game because we don't want to be left out of a huge cultural event. So there's pressure to subject yourself to commercial marketing that glorifies materialism.There's pressure to watch a game that causes unbelievable harm to the participants. There were at least three major injuries in the Super Bowl and untold concussive effects on just about everyone on the field. We are peer pressured to support a league that sweeps murder (Ray Lewis), spousal abuse (Ray Lewis) and child abuse (Adrian Peterson) under the rug. Those are just three examples.

I'm conflicted. I'm a football fan. I was entertained on Sunday. I keep up with the news of my favorite team. But when I stop and think and look at things from a distance I question why I support such a corrupt system. Caught. We've all been caught in trap. I am a sheep.

Monday, February 02, 2015

Six More Weeks...

So apparently he saw his shadow this morning. Six more weeks of winter. Nice. 

And oh yeah, about last night...

Worst call in the history of the universe. 

Sunday, February 01, 2015

Groundhog's Day Eve

Today is Superbowl Sunday. However, I prefer to think of today as Groundhog's Day Eve. 

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Chick Church

I love the Baptists. Some of my closest friends are Baptists. But the SBC position on women is so 19th century. Above is a flyer for a special divided service at a local Baptist church. Seriously? Calling women "chicks?" SMH.