A friend sent me this from a site about funny facebook conversations. I got a kick out of it.

I found this comic and thought it was very funny, although I have always found "The Yellow Wallpaper" a little too close to my fears about mental illness.

Good news!
I got a job. I will be an instructional designer-creating trainings for companies. I will still continue to do BYU-I as well because the instructional design job is contract work that varies between 30-40 hours a week.

Well, after posting about Undiscovered, I found the album at DI and wow, is he ever an INFJ. Every second of the album confirms it. Where was this back in 2005 when I needed it?

Wonderful World




The Last Goodbye

The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

Call the Police

I am currently reading My Antonia. There was a quote I thought particularly applicable to me. I felt this while doing my thesis, but I couldn't express it in words-I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Although I admired scholarship so much in Cleric [his mentor in college], I was not deceived about myself; I knew that I should never be a scholar. I could never lose myself for long among impersonal things. Mental excitement was apt to send me with a rush back to my own naked land and the figures scattered upon it. While I was in the very act of yearning toward the new forms that Cleric brought up before me, my mind plunged away from me, and I suddenly found myself thinking of the places and people of my own infinitesimal past. They stood out strengthened and simplified now, like the image of the plough against the sun. They were all I had for an answer to the new appeal. I begrudged the room that Jake and Otto and Russian Peter took up in my memory, which I wanted to crowd with other things. But whenever my consciousness was quickened, all those early friends were quickened within it, and in some strange way they accompanied me through all my new experiences. They were so much alive in me that I scarcely stopped to wonder whether they were alive anywhere else, or how.

I have been scanning in my scrapbook. I thought I would display some of my more bold moments from my childhood. Apparently I thought I was hot stuff, even with my ginormous glasses. And apparently I liked to cook even back then, when I was making use of my new Christmas present and Strawberry Shortcake doll.

Thanksgiving with the family was lovely. Now it is supposedly back to the grindstone. I hope my students are getting back to the grindstone. I, however, discovered that two of my favorite shows are not going to be on netflix instant play anymore: Ballykissangel and Shakespeare Retold. Sad. The good news is I will have more time for more important things. :)

I thought I would post one of the most beautiful pieces of music. Ever. Dido's lament by Henry Purcell (with a perfect baroque-style singer as well).

For my birthday I got a journal with all kinds of crazy questions in it. I think I will just randomly pick questions from it and post them every once in a while.

What I wish to drop and never pick up again: socks. They are always on the floor where I toss them when I go to bed and always have to be picked up in the morning.

I thought this was funny. I do love Christopher Walken.


 
I was reminded of this reading when I stumbled upon something similar in this glorious treasure of remixes of U2's music. The apple fruitleg version of "I Still Haven't Found I'm Looking For" is hilarious. It takes a bit to get into it, but then it is similar and pretty funny.

Well, BYU-I has asked me to teach basic writing instead of freshman writing. This most likely means one thing-I will actually be teaching two sections next semester. But whether this means they like me, are indifferent, or think I am doing a bad job where I currently am, I am not sure. It is great for me because this is the class I want to teach most, and it will make me more marketable for community colleges.

Here is a trailer for a movie I definitely want to see. And here's to hoping the rating will be appropriate-those Irish and their love of colorful language.



I've read the book that it is based on and really enjoyed it.

One of my favorite English mistakes:

I was watching Murder on the Orient Express the other day and some funny lines reminded me of me. I generally presume to know more than I do, much to my detriment when I am found out as this British gaurd is. A habit worth breaking I would say.

British guard: The church of Santa Sofia is absolutely magnificent.
Poirot: You have seen it?
British guard: No.

British guard: The... The crossing [of the sea on the ferry] should be pleasant. The Bosporus is always calm.
Poirot: You have crossed by the ferry?
British guard: No.

This has probably already made the rounds, but I found it hilarious. Once again, why did I choose my field?

I am busy procrastinating doing my job. On that note however... I love the fact that students know I will read the midterm evaluations and so they are uber nice to me in an effort to boost their grades. Bring on the flattery.

I thought this was really cute. Talk about helping one another out! Hopefully we can all become like little children.

Eric Whitacre, one of my favorite composers, has come out with his own album: he hand-selected the singers, he conducted them, and was in on the production. You can listen to a live stream of the album here.

Btw, the radio station that carries the live streaming of his new album is really cool. I was listening to the music station and it had a lot of music I had never heard before and really liked. It only has a brief ad for the station every four songs. Cool. I will have to try out the other stations.

As an online teacher, I no longer have to worry that I will react like this when a kid's cell phone goes off (I can't believe he answers it!!!!)

I listened to Joyce's Dubliners on CD. The various short stories were read by famous Irish actors and authors. The reading of "The Dead," my favorite story of the lot, by Stephen Rea was so incredibly sensitive to every nuance and poignant. The emotion carried in Joyce's writing is amazing. The absolute miscommunication between the two that have been married for so long... The desparate longing for someone else to understand and speak the same "language" as we do... The arrogant assumption on all our parts that others are thinking our selfish desires when we are. It is an amazing story and is read so beautifully. Check it out.

After meeting with an owner for 2 hours to discuss the budget, she still insisted the home owners association did not need to raise the fees. Preposterous. We are not getting enough in to pay the bills. I walked away feeling like the accountant for Walter Matthau's character on A New Leaf. A must see if you have never.

The very hilarious part I am refering to starts at 5 minutes, 30 seconds in.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udUyUQvu5w4&feature=related