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18 de Marzo 2006
IntheNameofthe Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
i've been thinking about the idea of the soul as a kind of box
and something to do with second chances
which aren't all they are cracked up to be.
and when you are guilty or at least feeling it, like a fever and a wound which you really have, you are more familiar with second chance than first chance or even last chance
man, i have a pretty bad cold right now. but propas to the good husband who dragged me out of the house last night to watch Boondock Saints at Juliana's house (offering a couch and blankie much warmer than our century old attic apartment) and i woke up just in time to see my favorite part: Willem DaFoe looking very wild, straightening his wig. Between Les Miserables and Boondock Saints it has been a good Lenten season... i think that is possible.
Posted by crymytinyflood at 8:07 PM
17 de Marzo 2006
we go over the rules sometimes
at morning circle.
this morning i chose the one about poop on your finger:
don't panic.
that is what i told them.
and i think it is pretty good advice.
or at least a good rule... i mean, if you have to have rules to keep poop off the stall wall.
Posted by crymytinyflood at 6:10 PM
4 de Marzo 2006
not good
here is a list:
Saturday morning
last week
here is something i have been thinking about
the town where i work is very strange to me.
the word got out that there is this great new teacher at Little Sonshine Preschool, (the school that comes most highly recommended by St. Catherine's which is, in turn, the school i have chosen as a sworn enemy because of its robbing parents and traumatizing my students and then sending them back to me)
one mother came in to my boss and very gravely stated, "Bradley must have Mrs. Jimenez next year."
but then the story takes a turn:
Later that day...
I was informed that a certain little bird, we will call her P.K.C., (aren't those amazing initials? her name is even more poetic but we must protect it... you can't just have it because you like it) has informed her mother that she is "gonna get my nose pierced too." She meant "too" as in conjuction with her recent ear piercing, not as an act of solidarity with her highly recommended teacher.
Something funny:
if you start to call Ella The Ella Bird, and Kayla The Kayla Bird, and Payton the Payton bird... soon the other students, like Hayden Spiderman, will call them that and they are no longer students, but now these wondrous creatures flying past and landing to eat out of your hand... So Hayden Spiderman has decided that is what they are... and you know you have to give him credence because he can draw the most amazing trains and he knows how to have a good time, too.
Something Good:
Miss Jessica, yes she is a bird but more like a miss at three years old, was screaming (again). But there is a trick that works on her so watch carefully. you sit down and say to her "tell me who loves you." and it stops, the screaming just stops. and there you have your miracle for the day.
I think we will start to answer the phone by saying, "yes, I'm very busy and important, what do you want?" even if that movie is going out of style... and Hugh Grant is a womanizer, we like the idea.
At worship practice we were singing something and the words came out "that jew" instead of "that you" and I made the annie hall joke ("I don't know, jew eat, not did you, but jew, jew eat?") and Daniel Dupre, our minister most sinister, looked me square in the face and said, "you are mean." At last! we have touched down to reality. On the weeks that I sing for them the congregation comes to tell me nice things, and I think, for a moment, they have forgotten how mean I am. That is all I can figure out about that. It stuns me to hear them say, "you have such a sweet spirit" and "that was so beautiful" or one dad said to me "that was awful, just awful, I nearly cried, don't do that again." Have you heard the song Babe in the Straw? That is the one that made him nearly cry. But it was Christmastime and I hate Christmastime... not Christ mass, per se, but Christmastime makes me feel very very mean. The real lyrics are "Prince of the Universe," but I nearly sang Prince of the early birds, just because I was feeling like I knew better--Jesus is just as much Prince of the early birds, isn't He? And anyway the children's minister and church secretary had goaded me on.
and the truth is that i am not trying to be nice or sweet. and when i was supposed to give my testimony to the elders so i could join the church i sat there and told them that i didn't want to be a member at all, i wanted to get a little closer to figuring out why this whole membership thing doesn't really work and i certainly wouldn't want to try to fix things or get all involved in a congregation with problems but it is more like signing on to a family and making a commitment because it is good for my spiritual development to commit to something, God damn it.
So you see i am not pretending to be some nice person. or any of that hooey.
i just don't know. do people like someone so brutally straightforward?
oh, stay tuned for news of the continuation of the graduate school education... the letter arrived, pretty soon i'll get the courage to open it up.
Posted by crymytinyflood at 10:04 AM