It was a weeknight like any other in the Riley house except that throughout the house you could hear surround sound coughing. Brandon in his room, the girls downstairs, Sarah and I on the couches watching Sherlock. I assumed mine would go away. I usually heal quickly from colds though lately my allergies have been causing some post nasal drip so I wasn’t sure if it would get worse. I knew calling in sick the next day was out of the question, I had too much in my plans and I didn’t leave sub-plans. I needed to be there. That was about when the unison coughs began. Continue reading
Remember as a kid you found stuff while exploring in a field, on a farm, near a creek, or other remote location. I had times down the creek by my house that were the stuff Wordsworth hinted at.
THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;–
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
I saw a jump some kids had made today and it brought back those intimations of immortality. Some local kids apparently had organized plywood and cement into an impromptu skate park. There was some graffiti too which I am not crazy about but I saw it all as evidence that human minds had conspired together using creativity to make fun. This is the kind of product I’d like to foster in my students, minus the graffiti.So much of what we do in our 80 years or so is creation. We create ways to get out of our boredom, or not. We do it also to escape poverty, or not. Young minds can do it for themselves sometimes and sometimes, it is god damned art. Continue reading
This post is from a series here called Coffee Vocab Tuesdays
Okay, so I went into my favorite Starbucks this morning and had a new adventure in caffeine. I joked in “Coffee Vocab pt. I” about how I usually say: “If I can’t chew it, it’s not coffee.” Well, I kid you not, the guy in front of me literally meant that when he ordered something called “Turkish Coffee.” In a 10 minute wait, I learned a new term, and got a new drink!!!
I’m such a line eavesdropper. That’s one reason I don’t mind waiting in them. I usually opt out of the fast pass at Disneyland, because to me waiting in line is part of the ride: based on the STUFF YOU HEAR! Anyway, at Starbucks, the guy was Middle-Eastern and spoke with a heavy accent. The girl didn’t seem familiar with it. Poor thing, she was really cute too. She showed wisdom when she asked a fellow barista for some help in preparing it correctly. Another came over, guided her through a series of steps which I watched in dumfounded amusement. Finally, with trepidation she gave him the strange concoction. He drank it with questioning relish and said: “That’s good, I can almost chew it!” I was in shock. It was my clever line! Yet it wasn’t clever, it was APPLICABLE!
I of course had to break with my routine order of a mild-coffee-of-the-day black with no room for cream to get a TURKISH COFFEE! Have you ever had one? If you have, you know that there is indeed a coffee drink out there in the repertoire of drinks that indeed . . . is chewable.
I need a new line now that mine is no longer outrageous . . . any suggestions? I like to make the baristas laugh. Can’t fail to please ya know?
Serving me a simple cup of coffee is no picnic. I have drank black coffee since I was 22 (I don’t know why but lately I feel this inner need to articlulate to strangers just how old I am. It certainly isn’t to brag, my birtrhday is in June, and I am no spring chicken. – I was born in the last year of the 1960’s there, is that less tacky?) Anyway, I got a Starbucks this morning. Same thing as always . . . Hot Coffee type barista hottie says: “Can I help you?” I reply: Continue reading