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Nov. 28th, 2001 09:33 pmReading Material: The Underground History of American Education: A Schoolteacher's Intimate Investigation Into The Problem of Modern Schooling by John Taylor Gatto
+ asst. children's books and romance novels
This guy sees the world through 3-D glasses or something. He makes me wonder if it's possible to be a little too well read. Perhaps too many great thinkers can damage a body's perspective. I understand the cultural reasons why animals in children's books and animation are not anatomically correct, but am I the only one who finds it a little silly? I suggested to Alan that I write a children's book tentatively entitled: Have You Seen My Anus? The protagonist can go roaming about the barnyard and fields, as so many of these protagonists seem to do, asking all the animals for their help.
We have snow. Lots of snow. It wouldn't have been annoying if it hadn't made the power go out. It gets a little nippy without auxiliary heat from our electric heater. This not having a life thing is getting tiresome. Tomorrow I'll have to see about volunteering down at the hospital and finding some sort of aerobics class before I explode or something. I've gotten quite crabby. Yesterday Orson mentioned that he played D&D and I asked him if his character was a 'warrior with a big ol' sword'. Fortunately he laughed it off.
+ asst. children's books and romance novels
This guy sees the world through 3-D glasses or something. He makes me wonder if it's possible to be a little too well read. Perhaps too many great thinkers can damage a body's perspective. I understand the cultural reasons why animals in children's books and animation are not anatomically correct, but am I the only one who finds it a little silly? I suggested to Alan that I write a children's book tentatively entitled: Have You Seen My Anus? The protagonist can go roaming about the barnyard and fields, as so many of these protagonists seem to do, asking all the animals for their help.
We have snow. Lots of snow. It wouldn't have been annoying if it hadn't made the power go out. It gets a little nippy without auxiliary heat from our electric heater. This not having a life thing is getting tiresome. Tomorrow I'll have to see about volunteering down at the hospital and finding some sort of aerobics class before I explode or something. I've gotten quite crabby. Yesterday Orson mentioned that he played D&D and I asked him if his character was a 'warrior with a big ol' sword'. Fortunately he laughed it off.
