Friday, September 28, 2007

and then, I disappear

Kickin' it to:



Took in the V-Show at school, got to intro my bro to the coworkers, went to hit baseballs, fell asleep on the phone. Watching one of the last White Sox games of this forgettable season on Saturday, with aforementioned brother and dad. And bye to Ed on Sunday.

Welcome October. Welcome, new Radiohead album (?).

Monday, September 24, 2007

telekinesis

as in, if I stare at these piles of paper on my desk long enough, they'll magically be graded and disappear. I can make it move with my mind.

Kanye's new album? I like all the tracks except the radio cuts. Figures.

3:10 to Yuma is fantastic. I love the mini-resurgence of the Western, because of the theological element and also, cuz it's straight-up manly (insert Brokeback joke, here). Next up: The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford.



My brother is back in town, before he heads off to school. He begins his first year of theology, after having completed all of his philosophy. It's funny because he's gotten into the habit of posing everything as a rhetorical question. "What is the best way to live a holy life?" "I don't know, Ed. Why don't you tell me?"

Little Sister (TM) Jillupa is coming to watch my sophomores play tomorrow against Barrington. Barrington = one of our fiercest rivals. But, my girls are more excited that Little Sister Jillupa is watching in the stands than actually, you know, playing against our regional rivals. Back to the drawing board.

I still can't hear out of my right ear. Please, doctor, fix it on Wednesday.

Monday, September 03, 2007

plotting out the madness

One of the OCD things I do when I have too many things jumbled in my mind is to make lists. It doesn't even help me organize, it just smooths my nerves. Here goes:

I keep finding mechanical flaws in my setter as she delivers the ball. She's slow with her hands prior to the ball arriving, which means she rushes and ends up "flicking" at the ball instead of making a steady, even push with both. Her feet are off-balance when she sets, also, so that she's often on one foot when she delivers, which throws off the timing. I don't want to overload her mind with too much information, but she needs to make a consistent set about 90% of the time.

Why are the Puritans so dreadful to read about? *I* even fall asleep trying to grasp it. Jonathan Edwards is fun, though. You don't really read anything close to "angry" in public school literature anymore.

On the end of the American Lit pool that I like to wade in is Edgar Allan Poe, and "The Cask of Amontillado," which my frosh get to read this week. Unless they tell me that they've read it before. I tell them, too bad, you haven't read it with me. Muhahaha. Bricks and mortar, anybody?

I can hear my mother grinding vegetables and fruits into the juicer upstairs, which takes me back to a childhood full of mornings with carrot juice, because, well... I don't why. They told me to drink it, so I did. The grinding juicer sound still heebs me out, as does vegetable juice in general, which my V8 drinking coworkers take advantage of.

I'm in a rut with music and movies. The last few purchases have been up and down (Feist? Up. Interpol? Down.), and the impending Kanye/50 sales peeing contest is unappealing. Somebody rescue me. A Place to Bury Strangers? The National? Liars? C'mon guys. Thankfully, two fave actors open this coming week, so... I've got weekend plans. Woo!