I am destined to be a teacher. It may take a while longer than I’d like, but it’s going to happen. In the meantime, I intend to be getting paid to tutor inside of a year or so.

I make great popcorn. Air- or oil-popped. Um, it’s easy, so I don’t take so much pride in it… But I know how to spice it beyond salt!

I do not need post-it notes to keep track of people. Well, the cool people, anyway.

I’m hip to the jive, yo. But I don’t need the jive nor the hip to have fun. But it’s nice…

I have never had lobster, venison or escargot, or gone rafting, surfing or skiing, or spelunking, scuba-diving or skydiving, but have wanted to try all of these things.

I believe life is long enough to do what I want, and short enough that I should.

I know more French than Klingon. I think that’s a good thing.

I am not jealous. What I am is not as judgemental as I used to be. Damn puritan heritage.

A Jew looks into the light
and says, “I need some sunglasses.”
A Christian looks into the light
and prays thanks to Jesus.
A Taoist looks into the light
and says, “this means there’s darkness.”
A scientist looks into the light
and says
a scientist looks into the light
and says
a scientist looks into the light.

One of these days I’m going to re-join a band of some sort.

Is this what it’s like to be ecstatic? (Well, I should know, shouldn’t I?)

Sometimes I write things like this and wonder what it will do for my future teaching/tutoring career. You know what? It’s not that I don’t care. It’s that I think anyone who would turn away from me for writing such things doesn’t deserve me as a teacher or tutor.

On the other hand, perhaps I’ll be begging archive.org to scrub my footprints one day.