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Does anyone else have trouble juggling their writing between their website and actual pen and paper? Sometimes I think, “I should probably write this down in my Moleskine because it would be more personal and vintage.” But then if it turns into something good, I don’t want to have to write something down and then type it here, because that would be redundant.

Take this entry, for example. Should I be writing this down as a point against technology? Traditional: 1. Technology: 0.

Well, no, because I want to know what you think about it.

What’s better?

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Nothing, nothing, that I could say would fully describe how it feels to be called coach.

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Merry Christmas! Happy Valentines Day!

Watch this movie (right after marveling at the 1996 old-schoolness of the website). Thatnight.net and it’s constituents are not held responsible for tearshed.

I have read so many anti-Valentines Day entries over the past couple of days that it has made me love the holiday even more than I had been planning to. Yes, it was created by the card companies. Yes, people should show love on several, random occasions rather than be obligated on a certain day. I understand if you’re lacking in that department, you’re more inclined to be bitter. But I believe in love, very much so, and am more than willing to celebrate it.

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Recently, I recieved a drunken and uncharacteristically rude phone message from a friend who I haven’t spoken to lately. I made the “what the hell” face, hit delete, and went to bed. Upon waking the next morning, I recieved a Facebook message from the same person which I agreeably read:

Good day, my lady. Whilst my pen runs across this paper, I find myself in a state of such boredom, that only composing a correspondance to yours truly could free me of it. I hope it finds you well in that city what must be full to its seams with jubilation. Nay, bursting its seams. Last we spoke, I believe I had been hitting the pints a bit too liberally, so if any offense was given my ladyship, I most completely humble myself. Of course, with such a victory at hand as we had that night, played out o’er the battlefields in Detroit, could one blame me? Shall I stay chaste of festivity on such a night? I think not. Sadly, however, I must return to life’s toils, for the sun is but rising. May it be shining upon you though you be neigh a Commonwealth away…

And so, in response:

Dear Sir, I regret to say that the state of thy behavior at the e’en of my town’s jubilous victory, during which time I was enjoying the quiet company of my lady attendants, portrayed nothing more becoming than that of a mewling haggard. Prithee tell me, my lord, where hast thou gentlemanly nature escaped to? Could a man known enow for his scholarly qualities perchance be subject to the fie of liquor so hastily? Aye, belike it chance that other heavy thoughts have weighed and influenced your manner which ne’r has been so rash. However, being a lady, in submission to the wayward nature of man upon consuming such a vile liquid, which you have so adequately portrayed with your craven remarks, am able to remember my stature as a madame and therefore verily accept your humble correspondance. Fare-thee-well.

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I’ve added links to the right in order to share with you all the sites at which I have wasted fair amounts of time. That, and to stretch the damn sidebar because the monitors in the library are so unnecessarily huge that my site isn’t even long enough to compensate. And that bugs me.

I really wish that they would stop releasing new iPods. I just got my iRiver at the end of last summer and it already seems past it’s prime. Don’t worry little iRiver, you’re beautiful on the inside. They’re all just jealous. That’s why they make fun of you.

I’ve become quite taken with the following blogs (does anyone else hate that word? I striketh thee!): Vacant, by Leah, Opinionated, by Sarah, and Some Fancy Piece, by Jasmin. It’s nice to find pages that are interesting enough to sit and read at Starbucks. Personally, I don’t go to Starbucks. But they’re good reads elsewhere also.

And what a wonderful article I found! I enjoy #27. And #30. And have loads of trouble with #19.

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I really wish I could learn to like tea. I somehow always forget that I hate the taste of it, no matter how pretty the flavor sounds, and order it anyway.

Related links:
Tea Traditions
Tea Etiquette
Types of Tea

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I can’t help feeling old when kids at the high school where I’ve been student teaching come up to me and ask, “Hey, are you the new teacher?” I’m not supposed to look like a teacher yet! I’m still one of you!

But other than that, it’s been nice. The kids have been respectful, and wonderful, and I’m enjoying it more than I thought I would. Or should, probably.

On a side note, I turned the comments off. For now. As always, e-mail me.

Oh, and we totally won the Superbowl.

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Argumentation:

+ Paid a large salary just so he won’t kill anyone.
+ A mask for every occasion.
+ Bass-heavy theme song.
+ Magician, architect, playwrite, song writer, voice coach, and master of seduction.
+ Capable of shaking an entire theater with his voice.
+ Uses said voice to get his point across in song, or, if the ocassion calls, strong-worded letters.
+ Kills a man on stage, in front of an audience, and instantly moves on to continue acting in the performance.
+ He cries. Come on.
+ Still buys his girl flowers.
+ He’s stylish. Likewise, he can swing his cape like a mofo.
+ Gerard Butler is hot.
+ In real life, based on legend, he wins.

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