Are you enjoying these first few warmy days? I like to see clear skies at 8am. It just me happy. The sea sparkles, Catalina lounges, and the Port of Los Angeles could even be mistaken for a chocolate factory. My cats are like flowers, they lean into the sun, and recharge their cat batteries, squinting. Do you think I could take beer down the pool? Or should I just plastic cup my margarita, which has ice in it...the plastic cup is a better idea, because warm beer is better taken in a dusty pub with shots of whiskey and Bailey's dropped in. The bottom of an Irish car bomb takes a little like heaven. Even Todd can't resist doing an immediate second ICB.
Went up to the Z Gallerie furniture outlet that is right by my house; it's a boutique on the bottom floor and an outlet upstairs. The building is an old Masonic Temple ad the upstairs is fabulous. There was another fabulous Temple up the way on Locust, and it was turned into lofts. Me and Todd toured them when they were building, but as is the case with most Masonic Temples, it was dark and dingy. I like to tour holes, but I don't want to live in one. The foyer was beautiful, though. The Temple where Z Gallerie is is better, and mayn't have always been a Temple, because there are lots of windows, and it's an old building. The outlet upstairs has been going on ever since I can remember...and now they are moving the outlet to a warehosue in Gardena. So no more bicycle rides up Pine on Tuesday and Friday afternoons. There's a Crown Books store next to Z, and I went in to get a used copy of Moby Dick, and also got American Pastoral, which was on someone's list (Brandon's?), and a Tyndale Bible. I love Tyndale's Job. It's the best -- Satan to God, regarding the goodness of Job, who will have "nothing to do with evil" -- "Why shouldn't he, when you pay him so well?"
Sat at Starbucks and read about twenty pages of Sound. I'm absolutely sick of Jason's chapter. I'm trying to get through it, painfully. I want to finish this book today.
Then, children, we will start Moby Dick.
I am torn. Shall I major in English Education, with Literature Emphasis, or just go ahead and major in Litertaure? I want to teach. But I can teach with either degree. Fiddlesticks.
Off to the pool, and by the way, I got a foam surfboard, and as soon as a I get a rack, am off to the sea. I hope I don't get typhus, or the E Bola, or some other nasty nasty. I will wear earplugs in the ocean, and attempt to keep my head above water. Even just paddling will be a good work out.
Off to read and languish. Jealous?
3 comments:
I love drinks. Big drinks, little drinks. Drinks make me happy. Especially cold ones. I like breakfast drinks because they make me feel extra naughty. I even like warm beer if it's something like Guiness. About the only drink I don't like is anything with Jaegermeister and warm beer in a can. Anyway, major in English. Education classes (please forgive me anyone in the Education Department who reads this) basically suck and are mostly a waste of time. I did a semester of "Education" at CSLA before I decided not to teach high school and it was BORING BORING BORING. Plus it limits you to Education whereas an English degree, if you want, could lead to graduate school blah blah. I am sure there are interesting and exciting education programs SOMEWHERE.....but I never met one. Brandon? Joe?
You should be an English major, not an education major. Education degrees are for people who can't cut it in a real major. If you think you want to teach high school, get a degree in English and then just take the silly required education courses that it takes for certification. Don't waste your time getting a whole degree from people who think that WHAT you teach is not as important as HOW you teach. They have their priorities backward.
I know. I've been thinking about it, and it means that I'm going back to Fullerton in the Fall. I think I have to take Worl Lit, and American Lit, and I may take Brandon's class for kicks. Very serious and studious kicks, of course.
I actually really hope I won't have to take World Lit. I may not. I have had that instrucor before, and she was sort of maddening. Always very nice to me, but not my favorite in-class dynamic. But if I must, I must. Another once a week evening. Thrilling.
So then I will "graduate" from Fullerton in the Spring, and I want to go to commencement, because I haven't been involved in a graduation ceremony since the eighth grade. I hope next semester I can get my GPA up at least a tenth.
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