Way back when... 2008 and which seems two lifetimes ago. Depending on your perspective, it can be. Like, if your a hamster.
I'm not a hamster though. I'm human. Nevertheless two lifetimes ago I made a decision to separate Me, Myself,and I. But my attempts at creating a clone army has failed and I blame George Lucas. He made cloning look so easy in the movies.
Anyway, Me, Myself and I get along so fabulously I've decided to reunite myself. That means content from second blog will be transferred to Green Gecko Publishing, promotions for GGP titles will show up on mr-jordan.net and my book is going into the GGP catalog. The latter has to do with convenience and finances. Creating one publishing company that doesn't make a profit on Bowker makes way more sense. Creating zero even makes more sense, but myself threw a temper tantrum and got her way. Me and I are bad parents, clearly. Though something of a compromise was reached. No Bowker until 2016. Probably..
I'm busy on Passion for Cats and then Passion for Dogs, so the changes will happen slowly and sporadically, but they are coming.
Me, Myself and I
My Friday, October 16 2015
Around 5:20 we say our goodbyes and each of us go are perspective ways. On Friday there is a feeling of elation because, well, it’s Friday. But last week was different because Saturday was family camp. Because only seven families signed up, not all teachers were needed so I was free to go to Seoul. As I rushed out of the door—my train didn’t leave until 7:59 but I had things to do—the Saturday people lingered in the office.
I hobbled down the steep and uneven stairway and hurried to the bus stop. A taxi passed by and I briefly considered taking it, but if your timing is right, there’s no difference in how fast you get home. My timing was right because a minute later Yeongju City bus 1 lumbered to a halt. I climbed aboard, paid my 1200 won, which is about a dollar with the current exchange rate, and held on for dear life. The buses don’t fool around. Dashing madly between stops and red lights is not limited to buses. All my Korean friends do it and the taxis too, though not as often as the buses. Open road does not exist in Korea, not in the true sense. But its lure remains and when the road is clear for a few hundred yards, Koreans dash. The blue bus dashed to the next stop, over the bridge, and careened around the corner. Four minutes after boarding, I was deposited in front of the grocery store.
It’s very convenient that the bus stops here. I often grab things after work and last Friday was no different. I had one thing on my list. A box of plastic bags for cat litter. Since my friend is allergic, her barn cat is staying at my house with the babies to prevent her from getting pregnant again before she gets fixed. I love kittens but kittens become cats. There is a dearth of homes for cats.
I have six cats at the moment, so I rushed home, cleaned boxes, fed everyone and gave some attention. Then I chopped up some vegetables and made some curry for dinner. Finally I threw whatever into a duffle bag and caught the train. The train rushes from stop to stop too, but there’s no hair raising turns or sudden jolts. It rolls into one station and two or three minutes later rolls out. It takes so little time to get people on and off. I found myself marveling at its efficiency as I drifted off to sleep. It takes three hours to get to Seoul after all.
I love puns, which has a bit to do with why I like America's Next Top Mode. Trya Banks has created puns that fall into the vernacular and cringe worthy puns. This last episode was full of the latter.
Anyway, the models had to shoot a music video advertisement for Tyra's cosmetics like. The lyrics included BOOTYful (Beautiful butt/ full booty) and Beauty-taners, (Beauty Entertainer).
BOOTYful is intended to sell makeup. I know what you're thinking. BOOTYful is an awesome pun for butt makeup or rich pirates.
And you would be right. Which is why I charge Trya Banks with pun misuse and abuse. None of these products made me BOOTYful. And I don't just mean my butt. My pirates chest was emptier after the Beautytainer's visit.
I am grump today. Like seriously grumpy. I know this because the children are being children and I'm annoyed. Also, I had a really bad class. Usually, I mix the girls and boys, but the visiting school this week didn't tell us ahead of time about their special needs child. Sometimes you can tell easily, but other times you can't tell until they're rolling around on the floor.
Point and case. I didn't know a special needs student today so, when I caught her napping after the split-- It's not uncommon for the kids to pout after being split from friends--- gave her a, followed by a verbal warning to sit up and finally asked her to stand.
Anyway, she threw herself on the floor and screamed, and got kicked out. But keeping her out was difficult for her regular teacher. It's just easier to let her sit beside the boy she apparently stalks. She spent the rest of the class touching him, leaning on him, and being inappropriate in every way possible. The boy felt clearly felt guilty when the girl threw a fit and very confused and uncomfortable with her attention.
I've worked with special needs children in the past and I understand why allowing special needs children in the regular classroom is important. However, I also think there it has to be done with in reason. For example, taking a Korean special needs student to another school, leaving them with a random English speaker and disppearing into the teacher's lounge until it's time to go hom ... heck, that's irresponsible for mainstream students.
Anyway only two special needs students this year have been supervised. One teacher came to class with the student and another had a parent come on the trip. In both cases the child got something out of the experience, which, in case it isn't clear, they usually don't. The least responsible case was a girl who was escorted repeatedly to her teachers, for, among other things, leaving the classroom and wandering the halls. Her teachers then sent her sans escort back to class knowing that it was unlikely she would make it there. Granted she wasn't hurting anything, but what if she had wondered out of the school?
So, yes. I was grumpy and then made grumpier. But now I'm about to teach my last class. I'm going to go home, do laundry and wash dishes. Yuck.
Donald Trump Scares Me
When I first heard that Donald Trump was running for president I thought it was a joke. But no, so not a joke. And then I thought, nobody would vote for him. Wrong again. Trump is going strong in spite of or perhaps because of his verbal diarrhea. And there is something attractive in his approach. He makes being president sound so easy. For example subsidizing tax breaks for the super wealthy by cutting educational and environmental spending. The fact that this kind of thinking has any traction at all demonstrates the nature of American whim.
Donald Trump as president. Think of a meeting you've been in... something work related, something church related, something community related. Remember how hard it was to get people to agree on the Nativity Scene, the winter whatever, insert your thing here. Now imagine Donald Trump at any of those meetings. Enough said. And now below is a poster...