What is "real" life? Or the "real" world, or whatever it is that intellectual people don't know anything about.
Whose house is the coldest and/or who is wearing the most clothes with the thermostat the lowest? I can't phrase this correctly, but I'm at 68 with jeans, fuzzy slippers, a sweatshirt and a bathrobe. I'd have on gloves but they're out in the car and I'm too cold to go look for them.
Why aren't there any sidewalks in Hattiesburg and how can we get some?
What is the best Valentine's gift? Monique will get dark-chocolate raspberry creams from one of the gentleman callers, but what about the rest of us?
Who is the weirdest poster of all time and why? I vote for Invictus, with affection of course. Non-COB, please.
There's a wide world of interesting things to think about, isn't there?
I'm in the midst of lesson plans, and don't have gas heating so can't say anything interesting about fuzzy slippers, but I hate to let this invitation drop. For my feeble post-lesson -plan posted I will note that I lived in the real world for years before fully entering the equally real world of academe.
I have to agree with LVN that Invictus is certainly striking, though I'm not sure about "weird." I find anyone who can whip out a Dylan quote for every occasion to be pretty impressive. (Okay, Invictus, can you Dylanize this?)
I'm not sure how to define weirdest but I know it when I see it. If ya'll want to see weird, drive up here to D'Lo and let me introduce you to some of our non-traditional ED grad students. Our world class open-enrollment doctoral program features a diverse bunch for sure. Emma, our Director of Graduate Studies, recently commented that they remind her of the cast of a Jerry Springer show.
Contact me or Emma any time. The coffee's always hot and we're eager to show off our beautiful campus to honored guests from our sister institution.
Sincerely yours, W.J. Johnson Chancellor, USM at D'Lo
Jameela Lares wrote: I find anyone who can whip out a Dylan quote for every occasion to be pretty impressive. (Okay, Invictus, can you Dylanize this?)
For Jameela,
You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known
Or maybe also...
You hear a lot about God these days: God the beneficient; God, the all-great; God the Almighty; God the most powerful; God the giver of life; God the creator of death. I mean, we're hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary. So people better be able to deal with that, too.
And of course we can't overlook how Dylan became a performer, since that probably sheds some light on how some of us wound up being educators... (From the 1966 Playboy interview)
PLAYBOY: Mistake or not, what made you decide to go the rock-'n'-roll route?
DYLAN: Carelessness. I lost my one true love. I started drinking. The first thing I know, I'm in a card game. Then I'm in a crap game. I wake up in a pool hall. Then this big Mexican lady drags me off the table, takes me to Philadelphia. She leaves me alone in her house, and it burns down. I wind up in Phoenix. I get a job as a Chinaman. I start working in a dime store, and move in with a 13-year-old girl. Then this big Mexican lady from Philadelphia comes in and burns the house down. I go down to Dallas. I get a job as a "before" in a Charles Atlas "before and after" ad. I move in with a delivery boy who can cook fantastic chili and hot dogs. Then this 13-year-old girl from Phoenix comes and burns the house down. The delivery boy - he ain't so mild: He gives her the knife, and the next thing I know I'm in Omaha. It's so cold there, by this time I'm robbing my own bicycles and frying my own fish. I stumble onto some luck and get a job as a carburetor out at the hot-rod races every Thursday night. I move in with a high school teacher who also does a little plumbing on the side, who ain't much to look at, but who's built a special kind of refrigerator that can turn newspaper into lettuce. Everything's going good until that delivery boy shows up and tries to knife me. Needless to say, he burned the house down, and I hit the road. The first guy that picked me up asked me if I wanted to be a star. What could I say?
PLAYBOY: And that's how you became a rock-'n'-roll singer?