Perspective

Here’s a heads up: if your e-mail message subject line says “FW:”, I’m less likely to read it. It does bring back some nostalgia about my grandma, but not much more than that.

I did read a forwarded message today, though. The video was worth watching. A staff member watched over my shoulder and said that the speaker in the video had been to her church and that started a conversation. Here’s the video.

For my nephew

We made a big choice today. Ink for our Epson printer costs $70. An HP printer was on sale for $70 this weekend at OfficeMax.

We got the printer. It came with ink. (The new printer uses $30 ink.)

I’m really happy since it’s a wireless printer. But what’s really cool is that it’s a 3-in-1, with the scanner and memory card reader and all that also being wireless. Those reception bars are like art to me. The inaugural prints were of my dad with my oldest and then a map of Middle-Earth.

Yep. Sounds about right.

The inaugural scan?

This, for my nephew:
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Click on it to zoom in.

I’m surprised it’s taken this long.

A student asked me today to be in his skit for English class. He has to interview a literary character, so he picked Gandalf the Grey. He’s going to get another kid to play a hobbit and I shall be the wizened mentor. I had to reign in the geekiness. I told him yes, I do have a cloak and yes, I do have a walking stick. He has to supply the hat.

I’m contemplating a bubble pipe.

An e-mail not sent

I know that I can vent here because, well, that is part of the essence of the bloggh.

Today a high school librarian e-mailed all of the secondary librarians in the district about how her principal was horrified learning what the junior high librarians were asking for.

I wanted to Reply All: “How horrified? Like ‘Holocaust’ horrified or ‘Jersey Shore’ horrified?”

I think it’s best that it remains an e-mail not sent. All I know is that the release date for Black Ops is too far away.

How He Loves

This song is quickly becoming one of my favorites to play:

He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize just how beautiful You are
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so
Oh how He loves us
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us
Oh! how He loves us
Oh! how He loves us
Oh! how He loves

We are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking
And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about, the way

Hmm…Mike’s daughter is having a birthday.


Tonight’s parenting lesson: Don’t bring a towel to a gunfight.

My youngest likes to solve problems through automatic weapons provided by Mike, the world’s nicest arms dealer. How should I repay the favor?

Semi-unrelated: We’ve been watching Ducktales on Netflix. It’s not quite how I remember it (thanks, Slade).

My oldest left me a note, though. “My dad is as cool as a break-dancing sun.” That’s the best way to be welcomed home.

This is football!

Ahh, Fantasy Football:

…but in games decided by tenths of points, I think it should be lowered a bit, also instead of linear regressions, I think we should go parabolic to adjust for the standard distribution of NFL scoring. I offer the friendly amendment of instead of 24, 18, 12 , 6, 0, -2, -8, we go 18, 10, 5, 2, 0, -2, -6.

The last Cathy is October 3


Ack! Mark your calendars. The last Cathy comic strip is October 3. The illustrator says that the decision is agonizing and excruciating. Yep, sounds like a Cathy strip. This quote sums it all:

The comic strip also provided her with a great vehicle to vent, she said.

“You can go bathing suit shopping and come home and … get back at the swimwear industry,” Guisewite said.


Cathy – You killed newspaper comics.

How old? Sideburns old

I know that I’ve mentioned distinguished sideburns before, so faithful readers are aware that I don’t really know what age I am. Today it hit me when checking in with my first year teachers, the ones who graduated college last December. Talking about my student teaching from a decade ago has put things in perspective.

Congrats to my brother on his second year progress, by the way.