Friday, November 30, 2007

**My new school**

I saw this video on a political blog run by students where I will be teaching this spring. I was filled with pride to know students come across stuff like this and let the rest of us people - who don't have hours to burn - know about it.

I hope they take my classes cause I already like them. How could I not after they dig up this amazing piece on the fundamental flaw of evolution, illustrated with a jar of peanut butter.

I love the web.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

**Maraschino Cherries**


As the countdown to THE MOVE continues, I looked at some of the random jars sitting in the door of my NEW fridge (story for another time but it definitely involves Murphy's Law), I came across a jar of maraschino cherries. I opened the jar and popped one in my mouth. I have no memory of buying them which might be one indicator of how old they might be. But the shelf life of these things must be extraordinay given the dye and preservatives.

The taste of them was like brought on a time warp and I was in the kitchen of my grandparents' summer home on Long Island. Somewhere in the late afternoon (probably when the grown-ups were prepping for a marathon cocktail hour after an afternoon on the beach) my grandfather would take me into the kitchen and give me a maraschino cherry with a stem. I would suck on it and then chew it slowly to make the flavor last as long as possible. It was a signature summer ritual with my grandfather. That and feeding the racoons dinner scraps:)

Thursday, November 22, 2007

**Just this one- the Fox logo on my blog**

My son pointed out this awesome recording of the Star Spangled Banner by John Williams and this was the best version I could find. While I still wish our national anthem was "America the Beautiful," this version of the anthem is inspiring. Maybe we could keep the melody and just change the lyrics.

**The stuff of bad dreams**

Watching the Macys Thanksgiving Day Parade. Am I really moving to a state that does this? It is like a helium-induced, lip-synched nightmare.

Need an antidote. Now.