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Friday, January 28, 2005

Okay, folks, humor me here for a minute...

YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of First Pet + Street You Live On)
Kirby Twenty Two

YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of Your Favorite Snack Food + Grandfather's First Name)
Cereal James

YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First Word You See On Your Left + Favorite Restaurant)
Mousse Shalimar

EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot)
Curry Paris

"FLY GIRL" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name)
B. Dew

ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen)
Granola Juice

DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Went to High School)
Penguin Troy

SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived)
Gwen Lavin

Granola Juice? Anyway, I pretty much busted up my hand playing floor hockey today. I looked down to find my knuckle twice its normal size and half its normal color. Probably not too much cause for concern. J diagnosed it as a "bone bruise." I didn't even know that there was such a thing, but he seemed so certain... The team did much better tonight than our first game. Tuesday, our propaganda was, "The people toiled, and struggled, and scored!" (Once.) (Compared to our opponents' fifty million points.) The results of our second game are almost publishable. We still lost, but the score was 9-6. I'm so proud!

These will be some busy next few days. I'm leaving for a workshop tomorrow after dinner (yes!), and coming back Sunday evening to a pile of work to be done and preparations to be made. On Tuesday my first out-of-class art project is due, and it's also my first teach/learn session with Will. I'm teaching him how to play the flute, which means that I have to prepare some kind of lesson plan. He already reads music and plays various other instruments, which gives him a major advantage. Not so much of an advantage for me, especially if I start getting intimidated. It'll be really interesting. I remember how I was taught when I was in elementary school. First just the mouth piece. Hoot through it for a while. Get used to the ombiture. B flat, C and D... E flat and F fingerings came next, giving a decent vocabulary for really simple songs. I wish I had some fucking sheet music or something here. Yeah. That would make my life quite a bit easier.

I'm sure that's not the last you'll hear about this endeavor.

My Green Hair Monster finally started sprouting.

This is much more fun than thinking about the test I have tomorrow morning. I should go do that.


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