sometimes

the frustration kicks in, or just the curiosity. you think strange thoughts, what ifs. what if i were to stand in the middle of a busy street and sing a blues, something like bland's version of "stormy monday." or, what if i were to just attack someone who was pissing me off? perhaps i could scream out bullshit in the middle of the work day, just repeat that word until i was removed from the building. how about just going up to people and saying things..."wow, what an ass!" "don't you realize that fascism is no longer around the corner?" what if i were to step out into the hall way at this very second and belt out a show tune, perhaps sing "old man river" in paul robeson style? what if i were to sit naked on the stairs leading to the second floor? what if i were to shout "fuck tibet" at the top of my lungs?

what is the real tragedy, that i think of these things or that i will never do them?

students are working on a power point project for science class. n has not gotten far on this, but he did record a song. the tune took him seven hours to nail to his liking. it is about global warming and living in a sane way environmentally. the song is entitled "it's up to you." n's voice is beyond bad. he tells us to use solar and wind power, to drive hybrids, pleads to us that there is still time to make sound environmental life choices. the killer is when his dad comes in toward the end to harmonize the chorus with him. this is the same dad who persists in doing n's homework, even though n's teachers have explicitly told him not to. once, he remarked, "my writing is getting better, huh?" n insists that he and his dad are a team. pinko, you should have heard this song. he holds notes, tries to slur certain words. his pitch is flatter than a tranvestite's breasts. at one point, he literally shouts "we don't need another nuclear plant." he drags out the word plant. he says plaaaaaant, and then stresses the t at the end. a regular young frankie.

n has said that he would like to try out on american idol.

as funny as it would be, i hope he doesn't. somethings are just better when they are local.

10 funny minutes out of 6 boring hours.

welcome to my work place. but, we persist in being hopeful. notice how i stressed the one funny thing.

nobody wants the real thing.

keep the humor alive, pass it along.

keep trying.

i think.

dr j with his hand on bird's neck. funny image. shortly after this, moses comes in and grabs bird by the neck. the doc then starts jabbing a defenseless bird. he connects on three left jabs before order is restored. later, there is a melodramatic meeting at center court, perhaps the next meeting of the teams in boston, where the doc and bird shake hands.

moses, by the way, had one of the great quotes..."i could take any four guys off the street and beat the celtics."

for that line, the media wouldn't leave him malone.

sorry pinko, i couldn't resist.