The worst thing we could do to children is lie.
-Maurice Sendak
Oct 16
Sep 30
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Elegant Truths
This is so beautiful it almost makes me cry. I do feel lucky to live in this time, a time when someone can make an autotuned music video tribute to a science TV show from decades ago and have it zip through the wormholes of the internet to appear on screens across this world, this seashore of the cosmos. I hope our time gets to see some great teachers like Mr. Sagan.
J. Boswell\’s \”Glorious Dawn - Carl Sagan ft. Stephen Hawking\”
{Also, this is the first I realized how much of his show Cosmos is like an R&B video. So many sincere gazes across the ocean. So many dandelion seeds blowing in the wind. Makes me wonder if de-tuning R. Kelly’s Trapped in the Closet would conversely yield great insight into the magnitude of the galaxy-verse.}
Sep 11
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this morning
I woke up with a very distinct feeling.
The feeling was that I needed to go upstairs to ask someone something about Steve, but I knew they wouldn’t give me any information because I do not know Steve’s serial number.
And as Steve was dressing, I almost asked him, hey, what’s your serial number? It’s important for me to know.
Then I remembered that Steve is not a plasma TV, nor is he a new garbage disposal. Steve is a person and does not have a serial number. Or so he wants us to believe.
Aug 31
Aug 14
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Either it is Air Show weekend, or we are all going to die.
Jul 31
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Today the Fullerton El station smelled like Blue Cheese. I hope this is a new feature, to help people identify what station they’re at using a variety of cheese smells.
Jul 28
Jul 16
Jul 8
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statistics are true and tasty
There are only forty people in the world and five of them are hamburgers.
Captain Beefheart
Jul 7
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Assessments
“Mrs. Lund, you just love to laugh, don’t you?”
-An assessment from Alexis, age 11-almost-12. If that’s the vibe a student gets from me, then I feel okay about who I am. She’s absolutely right, also. I mean, what else would I love to do? Grimace? Stare blankly into space? The alternatives to laughing through my day seem miserable.
