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I was here yesterday. Unfortunately internet access can be a little spotty, so after writing but before saving it all, I lost my connection. I'll post double today.
I heard Billy Collins, the former U.S. poet laureate speak in the amphitheater. Wonderful, funny, I just loved his work. I will run out and buy one of his books as soon as I get home.
Also heard Jeffrey Toobin talk about the Supreme Court. He was a great speaker and told a lot of interesting and sometimes humorous stories about inside the Court. Like so many people in the media, however, he just couldn't help getting in that dig at the conservatives at the end, basically issuing a warning about the potentially dire consequences of a McCain presidency. Way to show your impartiality Mr. Toobin. But I did enjoy the talk.
Attended my Writing Family History class. This is a little stressful. I didn't write anything in advance but I have to provide something for everyone to "workshop" tomorrow. I've never had anything "workshopped," much less anything I banged out on the laptop the night before. So I wrote some stuff about my grandfather, a subject that fascinates me, and hopefully when I read it tomorrow before printing it out it won't completely suck.
Also, even though I've only attended one time so far, there is a guy in there who is supremely irritating. Picture this: Gray hair, steel frame glasses. So far, no problem. Forest green polo shirt, tan cargo pants. Works for me. But what's this, as we move down the body? Bare feet, and dirty ones at that, folded under his body, yoga style, sitting on the nice upholstered chairs? I don't need to know anything else about this person. Also he has a perpetual scowl on his smug little face.
We went around the room, introducing ourselves, and saying what we'd like to accomplish in this class, on writing family history. When it was his turn, he said "I'm interested in spreading the message of sustainability." Huh? After he yammered on for a minute about how we need to live sustainable lives, the instructor politely inquired, "How does that fit in with writing your family history?" He came up with the unlikely response that we have to show how we lived 50 years ago. You mean when people got polio? I'm sure he meant before there were evil SUVs. Actually I have no idea what he's talking about, except that he wants to spread his religion of sustainability.
Maybe I'm jumping the gun here, and I'm sure I'll find out by the end of the week, but I would venture that this man is a left-wing bike-riding Obama-loving anti-globalization tree-hugging socialist vegan freak. If I am wrong, I will say so in Friday's blog.
I heard Billy Collins, the former U.S. poet laureate speak in the amphitheater. Wonderful, funny, I just loved his work. I will run out and buy one of his books as soon as I get home.
Also heard Jeffrey Toobin talk about the Supreme Court. He was a great speaker and told a lot of interesting and sometimes humorous stories about inside the Court. Like so many people in the media, however, he just couldn't help getting in that dig at the conservatives at the end, basically issuing a warning about the potentially dire consequences of a McCain presidency. Way to show your impartiality Mr. Toobin. But I did enjoy the talk.
Attended my Writing Family History class. This is a little stressful. I didn't write anything in advance but I have to provide something for everyone to "workshop" tomorrow. I've never had anything "workshopped," much less anything I banged out on the laptop the night before. So I wrote some stuff about my grandfather, a subject that fascinates me, and hopefully when I read it tomorrow before printing it out it won't completely suck.
Also, even though I've only attended one time so far, there is a guy in there who is supremely irritating. Picture this: Gray hair, steel frame glasses. So far, no problem. Forest green polo shirt, tan cargo pants. Works for me. But what's this, as we move down the body? Bare feet, and dirty ones at that, folded under his body, yoga style, sitting on the nice upholstered chairs? I don't need to know anything else about this person. Also he has a perpetual scowl on his smug little face.
We went around the room, introducing ourselves, and saying what we'd like to accomplish in this class, on writing family history. When it was his turn, he said "I'm interested in spreading the message of sustainability." Huh? After he yammered on for a minute about how we need to live sustainable lives, the instructor politely inquired, "How does that fit in with writing your family history?" He came up with the unlikely response that we have to show how we lived 50 years ago. You mean when people got polio? I'm sure he meant before there were evil SUVs. Actually I have no idea what he's talking about, except that he wants to spread his religion of sustainability.
Maybe I'm jumping the gun here, and I'm sure I'll find out by the end of the week, but I would venture that this man is a left-wing bike-riding Obama-loving anti-globalization tree-hugging socialist vegan freak. If I am wrong, I will say so in Friday's blog.
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