I Walked Through the Desert on a Blog with No Name

Blogging like nobody's ever blogged before, Matt Smith.

That's how I do. That's how I DO.

Once again, I come to you straight from the offices of I'm Supposed To Be Writing a Paper and I Can't So I'm Blogging, and boy, is it getting warm in here! I took a little side trip from my hard work (I've written three paragraphs about nothing important already for this paper, and there's plenty more to come) to fry up some tofu for a curry dish that I'm going to make tonight for Coco and her new boy, John. They're in visiting from New Hampshire... more visiting the Boston Opera House to see "The Nutcracker" than visiting me, but I get them here after the ballet to eat delicious tofu.

Holy bizarre train of thought, Batman.

Strange two day lapse of blogging. It could happen to you.

So that was Sunday night, and here it is, Tuesday, and I'm nearly finished with the aforementioned paper, and yet, still blogging the good blog. Visiting with Coco made me remember why I have the friends I have. I remembered that there are some people that will always be around, no matter what. (Don't look now. You're one of them. Don't think Seattle's going to exempt you from that. No, no, my good man.)

Not to say that new friends -- or Friends -- aren't just as great. My new friend, Emily, invited me to join her last night at the Cabaret ("Cabaret and dressy go together") on campus to see a... well, a slightly out-of-tune piano, an acoustic/indie artist, and a guy who wrote a song about "Thai food and flying first class" (according to Emily). I'm happy to be a cynical grad student with you, too, Emily. I'll have to put that in my Christmas card to the Big Pink Bunny.

Additional strange lapse in time, for now it is indeed Wednesday.

And now for something completely different. I give you the sequel to Brannenisms.
Bobisms 2006


Some of you are better at taking a big ol’ hatchet and whacking the thing apart.

Sorry, the metaphor is falling apart.

This might help you understand this.

War is always gonna suck, even if you win.

The minute you assign them to read Romeo & Juliet at home… good fucking luck.

Wah, wah, wah! I’m in rehearsals! Isn’t life bad?

I’ll come around like a collection plate.

Good activities start with tension.

The heart of all drama activities is to see your world from another perspective.

There are jokes about diarrahea. That holds kids’ interest.

Shut up, Bob.

I don’t want to make it sound like teaching drama is hard, but teaching drama is hard.

I’m a Civil War music whore.

My drag name would be Tippy Cox.

I guess I have a vulgar mind, but how else do you pronounce CSUQK?

Thank Bob for the five-cent Xeroxing.

Score the goddamn… I’m sorry. I have a problem with my language. I would be fired in a school.

Boy, am I making up bullshit!

GRASPS: It goes with CSUQK.

WHERE do you GRASP?

David Hornbrook says, “You fucking asshole. I can’t believe you did that.”

I mean, look at me! I’m a fucking teacher!

I’m a GAP kinda guy, so I’ll do this kind of practice.

You can be eccentric, but don’t be an asshole.

Gavin instantly relaxed and started eating the weenies.

She said, “Shit! What do I know about this?” Well… I don’t know if she said ‘shit.’

I love Edith.

When you want kids to tell you what they think, ask them what they feel.

Teaching is about learning how to withhold your expertise.

You can’t lurk in the corner the way that people lurk on the internet.

Every one of your strengths has a dark side… OOOOooh. Hear the chord there?

You go ahead and measure anything you like that’s about six inches. Think plants. Things that grow.

That sounded like I arrogantly know something about this, but I actually don’t.

“Teenagers.” Geez. I sound like an old fart.

Sorry. My pants are making noise.

You’re not slackers. I’m just being playful.

Assume everybody in the room doesn’t give a shit.

That won’t even help… I mean… It will help.

I am sure of nothing.

Be you… and never stop being you.

Dorothy Heathcote… She’s abroad.

You could start keying his car…

Drama is not about everyone agreeing all the time.

Rip things off from literature!

I need to pay attention to what comes out of my mouth.




Probably what'll happen is, Bob will get fired (as per his very own predictions) and then everyone will hate me for posting this post, and then I'll be sad as sad can be.
But for now, that's a risk I'm willing to take. I'm breaking all the rules... I'm dangerous.

Watch out behind you,
Meredith