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Arts and Letters Daily: How could I have forgotten this incredibly good way to waste time on the internet? I am a bad, bad intellectual.
New hatred: parents who double park, dart into traffic dragging their kids, half pull into spaces and prevent other people from passing, and do other dumb and frankly dangerous things, all in the name of getting their kids as close to school as possible before letting them out of their sight. I nearly hit a mom this morning who was weaving between moving cars, trying to get back to her car, which was "parked" across from the school, and I nearly hit a car door as it was blindly opened into traffic; the other day, I nearly hit a kid whose mom dragged him into traffic from between parked cars, since she was looking right and I was coming from the left. Good parenting! Please be less annoying and let your kids cross at the crosswalk! Also, your 8 year old can (hopefully) walk a block or two on her own; drop her off down the street and save us all some grief.
My table at work collapsed. The cleaning lady left a note that it was not her fault, and unless she was up to something really egregious which blew the legs right off the table, it couldn't have been her. Now I have a sad void in my office, and all my paperclips are in disarray.
I've decided to give up the workaday world and go into a convent. One of those quiet ones, where the nuns work in the garden and don't talk a lot, not the urban ones where the nuns wear pants and help the homeless. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just think the cloistered life would suit me better. Now I'm just convent shopping. I don't quite hear the voice of God yet, but as a novice I get a year to think about it. A year, gardening, thinking, living simply, no bills....sounds appealing, doesn't it?
It's not the fact that poets die young that interests me...it's that there's a legitimate Journal to publish these findings in.
Arts and Letters Daily: How could I have forgotten this incredibly good way to waste time on the internet? I am a bad, bad intellectual.
New hatred: parents who double park, dart into traffic dragging their kids, half pull into spaces and prevent other people from passing, and do other dumb and frankly dangerous things, all in the name of getting their kids as close to school as possible before letting them out of their sight. I nearly hit a mom this morning who was weaving between moving cars, trying to get back to her car, which was "parked" across from the school, and I nearly hit a car door as it was blindly opened into traffic; the other day, I nearly hit a kid whose mom dragged him into traffic from between parked cars, since she was looking right and I was coming from the left. Good parenting! Please be less annoying and let your kids cross at the crosswalk! Also, your 8 year old can (hopefully) walk a block or two on her own; drop her off down the street and save us all some grief.
My table at work collapsed. The cleaning lady left a note that it was not her fault, and unless she was up to something really egregious which blew the legs right off the table, it couldn't have been her. Now I have a sad void in my office, and all my paperclips are in disarray.
I've decided to give up the workaday world and go into a convent. One of those quiet ones, where the nuns work in the garden and don't talk a lot, not the urban ones where the nuns wear pants and help the homeless. Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just think the cloistered life would suit me better. Now I'm just convent shopping. I don't quite hear the voice of God yet, but as a novice I get a year to think about it. A year, gardening, thinking, living simply, no bills....sounds appealing, doesn't it?
It's not the fact that poets die young that interests me...it's that there's a legitimate Journal to publish these findings in.
