My Hands Are Shaking

Every time I read something written about my Mom, it gets me frustrated to the point where I shake all over. I had a friend call me about some blog posts about my mom, and I just read them. Not only is it embarrassing, but it is also so upsetting to see the crap people say without any regard for who may be reading. The Internet, for all its benefits, is a coward's tool. Maybe I'm being ironic. I dunno.

I've seen my entire family trashed. Mostly, they've been trashed by criminals and, in my experience, perjurers. I've seen people lie about ME and my actions straight to a judge's face.

It's simply sad that people eat up the yellow crap. You can talk about small-town politicians all you want, but in the end, they're still small-town politicians, and you're still nobody.

I thought this would help, but I'm still livid.

The Beginning of Something Dreadful, Maybe.

Today, I started The Wire from Season One, Episode One. Pray for me.

Musings

I recall a time--I may have been 11--when I found an Aerosmith CD among my sister's stack of jewel cases. I couldn't stop staring at the image of a cow's udder pierced with a gold ring. I couldn't tear my eyes away, partly because I knew it was a perverse image.

Once, I kissed a guy whose chest smelled of lime. In the morning, his breath tasted like cigar smoke.

"If Thatcher and Reagan Had Bred, Democrats Would Be A Lot More Scared Than They Are Now."

Upon my asking what date it was, one of my students raised his hand last Saturday and said, "Miss, it's the ides of March." I almost cried I was so happy.

One if the teachers with whom I work told his class a story from his vacation, during which he mistakenly found the spot at which Julius Caesar died. ON THE IDES OF MARCH!! His story made me squirm, and it gave me chills.

Often, I wish I had more time with these kids so I can teach them everything I know. Sometimes, I see them get excited about learning stuff, and that excites me.

NPR and Its Effects on Idle Youths.

I donated $50 to public radio this week and felt really good about it. This is the point at which you (the reader) jump up and down and yell at me that I'm not a real libertarian.


I can't help that they put on such fantastic programming. "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" is like crack cocaine!

Things I Resent/Animal Symbolism in C.S. Lewis.

Taking a new direction.
For a while, I was reading that "Stuff White People Like" blog. It's hilarious, but after a while, I found myself resenting it. My conclusion is that I see too much of myself in it.

To an extent, I resent myself for judging people based on how they write. Really, I don't resent that I do that, but I had to add something to fulfill the "Things" I Resent part.

Seriously, folks, don't resign yourselves to the thought that "you can't spell." It's just as sad as those who simply "hate math." Depressing!

Today I reread The Horse and His Boy. I'm hoping to get through Prince Caspian before the movie comes out. Anyway, in the former, Lewis writes a scene where these horses are being chased by a lion. Later, we find that the lion was none other than the Jesus-lion, Aslan. Although plainly obvious imagery, Lewis still feels the need to point out that Aslan chased the horses so that they would run through their fatigue in order to warn the king of Archenland in time that he could plan a defense against an impeding army of horsemen.

It's taking me way too long to tie this metaphor into law school, which is what I did when driving home from the airport today.

Pfft.