An archived stack of papers: 'life'

Pride And MacBook Prejudice

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • Feb
  • 21
  • 2007

They didn’t notice me in the Mac store today, thankfully. It was pretty uncomfortable, standing right next each other in such a tight space. We said hello as usual, as if nothing had changed, but we both knew it was different. It was awkward as I looked around the store, ogling others. I know that must have hurt, even just a tiny bit, but I couldn’t help it. I need to decide where to go... read more

Double Bagging

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • Feb
  • 20
  • 2007

Down at the local Costentino’s, I bought a bottle of wine, some chicken, dinner type stuff. I was supposed to get some artichokes, but they looked pretty beat up. Imagine artichokes cowering in the corner of the produce truck, beefsteak tomatoes looming over them, eggplants pushing up purple sleeves ready to throw the next round of punches.

Anyhow, most of the other ingredients I already... read more

Leadership Tag

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • Feb
  • 07
  • 2007

After just about 2 years of blogging, I finally got hit with a meme (two, actually; more on the other one hopefully tomorrow). Rick Scheibner threw this my way: “What are seven qualities we don’t know about you that help you be a leader?” Yikes… Those that actually know me, if I’m full of it, call me on it.... read more

Strange Christmas Gifts

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • Dec
  • 23
  • 2006

I’m sure you’ve all gotten a gift for Christmas that’s odd. Bunny pajamas, a shirt you’d never wear, a CD in a musical style completely outside your listening habits, 6 loaves of fruitcake. These kinds of things find their... read more

NYC 2006

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • Nov
  • 25
  • 2006

Touching down in New York, I gritted my teeth against the pain of another red-eye flight. Not that I’ve experienced many, but it only takes 1 or 2 to realize the pros and cons. Jane and I got off the plane, made our way down to baggage, and called Allison. Seconds later, she drove by and we hopped into the car to make our way into Brooklyn, starting our 4-day vacation.

Much later that day,... read more

Passion Is Contagious

In a stack of papers called Instruction.

  • Jun
  • 11
  • 2006

I’m headed out to Japan again. This time, I’ll be with folks from my school; last time, I was with a group from another school where a friend works. Now that I think about it, my two friends who teach Japanese have more than the language in common.

Both Japanese teachers that I’ve gone on this trip with are... read more

Don’t Do Drugs

In a stack of papers called Unorganized.

  • Jun
  • 04
  • 2006

During the year that I took off from teaching, the 2000-2001 school year, this guy named John introduced me to an organizational concept, one best summed up in the following analogy:

Think of a bucket, something the size of, say, a paint can. You’ve got 3 big rocks, several smaller stones, and a bag of sand. How can you fit all of those things into the bucket?

Size... read more

Get A Life

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • May
  • 21
  • 2006

I drove out to West Valley College for the annual Run For Lupus, a 5k event in its 12th year. The Bay Area Lupus Foundation (BALF) appear to be doing good things, though I must admit that I don’t keep up on their progress. I know several people with lupus, arthritis, or cancer and curing these things seems like such an insurmountable feat. I get tired of reading... read more

I’m Sick

In a stack of papers called Personal.

  • Jan
  • 15
  • 2006

…and I know that if today was a school day, I would have had to call in to the substitute service before 6:00 or the call would go out to all available substitutes (it’s an automated phone system that dials the numbers in the substitute database until someone accepts the job). The worst part of calling in for a substitute teacher isn’t the phone call, though it’s a pain to have... read more