It's 7:50 and I have to leave for work now. I'd rather sip coffee and watch the wind ruffle the branches of bare trees all the while thinking of nothing, except for perhaps of how beautiful the sun is when it suddenly dawns upon dry trunks, exposing them as they are.
Story impressions: Make a story or poem using these words/phrases.
No power Save the food Invade Fairfax Start a fire Sweep Drive to clay Swim Career anxiety Career memior Marilena Cyprus That's what she said Flights Ivory cabinets Orchids Recording Mixing Cooking Packing Laundry Coffee Listing Loud clocks
In a fit of rage, Amanda does (something), making her head split apart from her neck. It dangles by a tiny piece of skin. She screams and demands that we let her jump off of the diving board in the ocean so that she can take a pleasurable swim at break time. We tell her no. She is injured and has behaved badly- Amanda disagrees with our decree, jumps off of the diving board, swims back to the dock, and tries again. The second time time, when curly-haired Amanda jumps, her tiny, frail body hits the propeller of a crusty submarine, causing her head to snap off. Amanda’s fat head is so heavy it sinks to the bottom of the ocean and burrows deep into the sand only to be found later in a pipe that will eventually burst open on a playground due to student prodding.
Myeyes have been robots made of white, metallic glaze. They've gazed at you for some time now, mechanically. Before they were robots, they were far better; We thought a machine could cure inaccuracy. Spell check that troubled us so. Does learning to spell have validity despite technology that is now available? (Yes: research shows a positive correlation between spelling skills and decoding.)
In the past, substances have been used to help us forget things and feel good all of the time:
I am prettier and thinner than I should be and this makes me artificially happy. Later, I'll be very, very glum, so much so that when a friend invites me out for a drink at a place that used to be my favorite bar, I'll decline so that I can drink a bottle of wine in my bedroom, alone.
A crash will affect you in some way or another. One fix after the other has caused my muscles To cease working for... Machines can do everything, can't they?
to enjoy the music and theatrics provided by the vaudevillian ensemble,
GRENDEL BABIES www.reverbnation.com/grendelbabies
Avec: Shoney Lamar & The Equal Rights and NOCO Doors Open at 9pm $8.00 21+
Enjoy originals, parodies, and covers.
What do Grendel Babies sound like?
Instrumentation:
Keys Cello Drums Banjo Vocals
For a sample of recordings and images, consult this website: www.reverbnation.com/grendelbabies
What’s a Grendel Baby?
… an experimental ensemble inspired by the classical, the vaudevillian, swing, and beyond. Expect Grendel Babies to theatrically stir you in their musical narrative pot, with songs drawing from medieval lais, fairy tales, day-to-day (dis)contents, and randomly discovered notes from wronged exes (among other curios).
Once upon a time, in the year of two thousand and eight, on a wine night, in the catacombs of a university, Grendel bore two babies. The babies grew up, Clawing-keys and Screeching-fiddles. What a delight! And then that tragic accident. Poor daddy lost his head.
Determined to explore the otherworld, the babies left the dearest catacomb home behind. You do not do, you do not do, they said. They did not shed a tear. On the road of Vau de Chambre, meeting dragons and fairies, werewolves and vampires, wives and knights, leeks and pears, and good trout, how exciting! Then two years later, appeared another, Strings-a-wailing, in their image. What a sweet red cap! Who is your father? they asked, despite knowing. Do you follow? So they continued their journey, the three of them now. One day, this Grendel baby went to the market, this Grendel baby went to the store, this Grendel baby went to New York. On the road appeared another, Banging-drums. Are you a siren? Who is your father? they asked, despite knowing. And they danced.
Your regular anti-social, health-conscious, work-a-holic with a stable intake of red wine, and
that's it.
At the moment, I'm distancing myself from a lesson plan about having conversations. As I write this thing, I realize... Yup, this isn't a good topic for me to teach. Then again, the students this lesson is intended for are more clueless than I am. Hoping they can teach me: they usually do- teach me.
On Friday, I learned how to block a punch, communicate directions in various formats, and keep everyone sitting for up to 10 minutes: There are two tricks to this: Calling every assignment a quiz or test and bribery.
Why are we checking ourselves out at grocery stores when the prices just keep going up? Should grocery stores pay self-checker-outers for their labor? I think so.
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