Sunday, April 19, 2015

slightly disturbing

this winter i was in a park near my house and i saw a jar full of some cloudy thing balanced on a branch. it had a note under it, written on birch bark.

i'm just telling you what i saw, without providing any commentary.

here's the jar:


it was very cold out, so the contents had frozen and cracked the glass.

very gingerly, i unfolded and read the note. none of my business of course, but -hello!- in a public park.


my hand obscures the last names of the (presumably) children.

1. thank you for what you've done with the dark omen. I am thankful and will return favors (mostly) as you please.

mostly. you make deals with the devil and you don't get to decide how far you will go. this applies to all kinds of devils, real and metaphorical.

still, i wonder what my neighborhood children have got themselves up into.


Saturday, April 18, 2015

easter at mom's

we're all expected to show up at mom's for easter ham, nevermind that mom is both and atheist and a vegetarian.

i was going to hold this until i had the unabridged video version ass well, but here you go.






Friday, April 17, 2015

whatsis

here's a blast from the past; i found this in my boxes of stuff that got packed up from my classroom. it's one of the cooler bits and pieces i own.

you know what it is, this?



it's a salesman's' case. for brass instrument mouthpieces. there's one missing from the case because it's in my trumpet case.



i bought it from a guy i know a long time ago for about twenty dollars. i only needed one mouthpiece, but he had this cool case.

he also had a problem with accumulating too much musical stuff and his wife rather insisted he periodically sell things to make room.

Friday, April 10, 2015

so this happened

it was a long time ago.

and if you want to have direct communication with people, it's really hard to have it with the night staff.








Thursday, April 09, 2015

attendance haiku

back in the day i used to leave little poems for val when she came to pick up the afternoon attendance.

because attendance taking is more fun if you compose a little poem about it on the spot each day.

here's one:

at attendance time
all the students are present
although two were late.

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

worksheet

here's another thing from the laughing academy.






they were hard, those days in the fishbowl.

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