On campus today students were trying to celebrate Cinco de Mayo. A guy worked his way up a tree, wrapped a rope around a big limb and then lowered it down to his friends. They tied the rope to a pinata. There was difficulty getting it attached.
Finally, they were ready to hoist. The guy up in the tree pulled the rope, hoping to elevate the pinata to a good swinging height. Two tugs later the pinata came loose, crashing to the ground. One of the girls in the crowd rushed it and kicked the pinata down the hill. The candy was delivered unto the masses. No one had to take a swipe at any paper mache.
The rest of my day, a beautiful, warm, sunny day, was spent inside. I tinkered with this or that. Straightened up the office, prepared for class. I read the paper.
Ended up reading it twice.
I tinkered with websites. I added a few things to Tumblr and then spend 10 minutes trying to make that site and this one work together. There must be a way. I have a very clear idea of what it should do, but haven’t yet figured out how to do it. It should be easy, a strip of code, automatic.
Instead I’m loading things in here manually. For now.
Taught my first last class of the semester today. The students have been working, as I’ve mentioned here, for several weeks on building their first websites, using Dreamweaver. It is a good program; it is a frustrating program. The pages, the students are making, though, look very nice. They’ll present them as part of their final grade next week.
Some of the students, working hard, stayed 30 minutes after class wrapping up their projects. They’re quite ambitious.
And then I recycled newspapers. It is a thankless job, but I saved a tree this afternoon. Possibly two.
It is odd. I studied forestry in high school, considered it for about two weeks in college and know a fair amount about what we get from each tree, and the parts that aren’t of much use. I know how the newspaper process works. I’ve no idea how many trees this is. So it could be that I saved a quarter of a tree today, or 40.
Straightened up at home and then The Yankee and I ordered out for Chinese. I have leftovers. My fortune cookie promised me an opportunity tomorrow. There was a statement of opportunity making a fist and knocking on my door. The fortune cookie then suggested I open the door.
It was unclear what I should do next. Should I be accepting? Frightened? Relieved? Time will tell, one supposes.
Oh. The title? This was on when I started writing:
(Sponji Reggae, by Black Uhuru.) Love that living room scene.
Extra. This is freaky:
Yeah, sweet dreams.
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