Monday, December 9, 2013

The DN


This is the One.

If you Time Travelled from the 
12/15/13 post, skip to
item 58, below.

The repairs happened from there 
to the end.

Further instructions for Time Travellers
follows.

Trust me, and enjoy the ride.

If all goes well, you should return
on Monday, 12/16/13.






1  I wrote the first half of today's DN yesterday in a spate of around ten minutes. Like that? "A spate." Yeah, me neither. 


2  I had a few moments and a gazillion scintillating ideas buzzing through my head like fireflies with Christmas lights attached to their butts.



3  <okay tongue squarely in cheek on that one. I was demonstrating the sorts of similes that come in when students go demonstrative. I've thousands more where that one came from>

4  What I did with that DN was I saved it as a document on my school laptop. I then got on to other things, such as surviving the end of this silly semester.

5  It's a sleigh ride. 

6  As per yuzh I got busy with other things and forgot it.

7  I decided that "as per yuzh" is sort of a fun phonetic spelling of something that has no official spelling even though it's been out there for quite some time. 

8  It's short for usual. I went to the net to see how it was spelled and found silliness beyond reason.

9  It's a word that hasn't even made the often hilarious (and filthy) Urban Dictionary. 

10  Naturally I am SO pure of heart that I asked someone else to look that one over for me. 

11  That was a year ago. I can't even remember who I sent there, but they must be mired in the unspeakable.

12  Ah, vell.

13  akjfdfkdjfd;faj

14  I've been doing that a lot.

15  The random striking of keys. 

16  Moving On, Part One: Man.

17  And it's only TOOOOZDEEEEEEE.

18  Don't get old.

19  You'll discover that you do great first thing in the morning. You pump your gloves and bounce around the ring.

20  You do that for around fifteen minutes.

21  Then you get pummeled. In most cases I find it hard to assess the exact moment when the pummeling begins, but it starts pretty early.

22  I get clobbered each morning at some point, usually just after the start of the school day, then stumble around the ring waiting for the bells to ring ending each period.

23  When lunch hits, I step out of my body, wave a towel up and down, and become my own form of a boxing coach.

24  "C'mon! Why don't you stand up and fight this guy hard? Like ya done befaw???"

25



26  It's amazing when it all suddenly stops. 

27  You're not quite sure when it does, but it does.

28  I'm okay with the daily dose of pummelage.

29  I just think that something at some time drops you.

30  In my case it was clearly the bit with my leg earlier this year.

31  Up to that night I had always felt a bit immortal.

32   I don't mean that to be taken in any heroic sense. I simply mean I hadn't hadn't yet done a viewing of my own mortality.

33  The night I went to emergency might have been it. 

34  I looked around. Life went on. Thunder and lightning shot through the sky. 

35  I didn't want to get into the car at all. 

36  Right after that little brush it became bizarre. Standing each day in front of students and teaching became odd. 

37  In addition to all of that, the year seemed to fly faster than ever. 

38  I don't think that was just me. Everyone says the same stuff. 

39  Relativity.

40  The sense of not being able to nail down a lesson frustrated me. I came at each day with everything I had. I jumped in the ring each morning and fought. 

41  Ah, vell.

42  I gave a ton, really early this year. I gave four essays in eight weeks. Something like that. 

43  Don't get me wrong; I actually enjoy hard work. I enjoy staying on top of things. It's just that I took a physical blow that slowed things down. 

44  I  had to keep my leg elevated and I sat and worried about little things. Like suddenly dying, or stroking out. Or of never seeing my family or friends again. 

45  What bothered me the most was that I had to pull way back on doing anything overly physical.

46  Anybody lookin'?

47   Know what I missed the most? Shooting basketballs. 

48  That used to be my favorite means of keeping in shape. 

49  I keep wanting to go out and do that. I walk into the garage and see that I now have three different basketballs, two pumps, and three packages of air needles. 

50  I've been told not to do anything too strenuous, whatever THAT means. People worry.

51  I think the pressures of going to meetings and wasting lots of time on things that seem clearly obvious to me causes lots of stress.

52  In the classroom I'm at my best when I could unleash myself and teach straight from the soul.

53   I see teaching as an art, and often come home and analyze what worked and what didn't. 

54   This year has been a doozy.

55   It's seldom for lack of trying or being unprepared. 

56  It's just that early round. The emails. The "Can we meet and..." requests. The "You didn't do <fill-in-the-blank, and as  a result.." emails. That stuff drives me nuts. I like teaching like a madman. I enjoy a bit of swag, as well as a bit of intimidation. I don't like being harassed. And I don't appreciate ageist assumptions. You can take those and shove them up your glowing butt.  

57   Now that I'm practically at the end of today's grouse-centric DN, I remember the theme I began yesterday morning. 

58   I began by posting the definition of the word curmudgeon. I  shall now do you the honor of posting it. Here go:

cur·mudg·eon

/kərˈmʌdʒən/ Show Spelled [ker-muhj-uhn]


noun


a bad-tempered, difficult, cantankerous person.



59 Certainly not this guy, but I sure thought it was a coincidence that I thought of it early yesterday.

60  I came back and re-visited this post on Sunday, 12/15/13. I discovered that the entire second half of the post was ashen and nothing like the buttons I had pushed.

61 Anybody lookin'? It is obvious that I haven't even begun to know anything about how to operate this Blogger thingy. People from the future will come back to examine this.

62 That would be my cue to bounce. Originally I wished all of you a cantankerous day before my departure.



63  I no longer wish you a cantankerous day, because whatever day I WAS wishing that of you has already passed. This is a time-travelling DN. 

64   I doubled the "l" in "travelling" because I've seen British guys do that. 

65  That's the only reason. 

66   Now THIS would be a good time to bounce. I'm going back to the future and finishing up the DN of 12/15/13. 

67   How odd and strange.

68   We all just time travelled.


69     That's the Bomb. First successful time travellers. At least as far as we know.

70    I fixed all the fonts and stuff in the past. Nice seeing you again.

71   See you again.

70   Peace.










Have a cantankerous day!














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