instant blog, and other hogs.

the investment pattern of this funny little info space will be undoubtedly unsatisfactory/undependable (a word?). for, i don't have internet access back at the lovely oak grove apartments (nor do i have a car, to further my suddenly luddite stance). furthermore, as i'm currently gasping for air, a la the first half of krackauer's (sp?) shory story, into thin air, where a situational irony (anyone with enough salt should follow with "is that really an irony") is set up to gesture quite nicely at the supremely absurd hubris of wanting to climb mount everest (some guy - not edmund hilary - "because it's there") : the narrator encounters a moment of ecstasy (re: hemingway's list of what shoud be present in all good books: "the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.") not when he's at the laughably literal top of the world - no, his brain is fighting too much oxygen debt to bother itself with a lived feeling of upper level emotion. rather, krakauer (ah, i've spelled it right) really only approaches that sometimes necessary element of a good read (or meal, or song, or what have you) when he makes it - half-suffocating/blacked out the whole while - down to a fresh oxygen a bit below.

breathing is a rather simple human task. climbing a mountain - not so simple. yet, johnny boy could care less about being at one of the ends of the earth; he's really just happy to take a few safe breaths. perhaps you have to put yourself in the midst of the most excuciating ambition - so much so that the mere terms of engagement a ripping at the necessities of normal practice - to be able to truly appreciate the simplest of experience. as if he'd never breathed before.

yes. the english major returns. he did not die with the diploma. yet - as i briefly mentioned above - i have no idea how much of the above sort of rambling i'd like to have in this blog - of all things. perhaps i should worry more about breathing.

anyway, even if i want to wax paradoxical about all this mississippi mud, i am - as you know - currently a eunuch of the technological sort. so, perhaps you - if there is a you, and there continues to be a me - will have to deal with the off the cuff edits from e-mails to old professors, catching them up on the uncatchable:

"teaching is going well. odd that that mail got bounced back; i wonderwhich address was on file. i'm ok with the attachment.

this saturday, i visited what will be my place of employment: jim hill h.s. pretty typical looking high school, with visible signs of wearand tear. looks like they're considering me for algebra I, which turns out to be one of the state-tested subjects in MS. so, that'll be a wild ride.

as for the summer school, i went in thinking i was going to do some middle-school level math, but got moved into english II at the high school. also, the veteran teacher to whom i was assigned just handed each of the teacher corps people 4-5 kids, gave us some textbooks, and told us to teach them things. so it's been sink or swim since last thursday, as we've struggled to do some rudimentary lesson plans.

hope your summer is going well,
dave"

also, ari bought a pot bellied big on saturday, which is more important.

and, i don't capitalize usually.

and, it rained some today, and was sunny some today.