Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Congratulations!


so propose a toast
"to love's eternal glory"
Congrats Jim & Pam

It's entirely possible that I was more excited for their wedding than any of my friends... (and simultaneously depressed because yet another fictional crush has married... damn you Edward Cullen)

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Back in (the) Black

Dear ROTH IRA,
Thank you for turning profits
because I am poor.


I've been waiting to recoup my losses from this winter for a while, and after a few weeks of being right on the bubble finally crossed into the black with a profit of $0.80. At this rate I'll be able to retire at the ripe old age of 364.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Unemployment

Writing is quite hard
with unemployment looming.
Give me a job, please.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Photo Stalking


Visiting Stonehenge
you don't expect to see the
BEST MULLET EVER

you be the judge!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

It's not a quarter... but it will do!

When truly in need,
quarters are over-rated;
tuppence will suffice.

Nothing says awesome like a bunch of high school teachers using the UK equivalent of a penny (though likely more worthless) to re-invent speed quarters. I vote we call it "Feed the Birds" in honor of the Bird Lady from Mary Poppins. Also, let it be known that certain tuppence coins bounce more readily than others, and that I either get it in the glass on the first shot [that's what she said] or wind up drinking.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

What Not to Do...

If you're interested:
Mind-numbing boredom awaits;
Jane Austen Tour.

Seriously... I don't even like Jane Austen to begin with, but the Jane Austen Walking Tour was possibly the worst thing ever. Even the Janeites I was with thought it was misery. Perhaps worse than punting?

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince


Once again she has
brought wizards to life. Perhaps
the best? Thanks J.K.

Dessert (has two s's for "sweet stuff")

Cream + Meringue + Berries,
and it looks like an igloo.
Get in my belly.

Monday, July 13, 2009

The End of Days

But I will fight you
contact lenses which refuse
to cooperate.

Translation:
World War Three will likely be
fought between my contacts and me.

Seriously - why can't we just get along?

Land of the Ancestors



Where can you buy plaid,
and hump the seat of Arthur?
Only in Scotland!


Great weekend (aside from the noisy child on the train and the frotteuristic Turkish Scots in a pub on Saturday night).

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Cafe International

Was it banana
Which I detected in my
Vanilla latte?

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Dessert (has two s's for "sweet stuff")



Raspberry Kracken.
Don't let your eyes decieve you;
It tastes like catfood.

The Sightseer

Put your camera back!
It is inappropriate
to document class.

Seriously, who gets out their camera to start taking pictures of class... during an individual presentation (given by yours truly)... without asking permission... and then starts passing the camera (which is not easy to use) around so that others may document the class? Not cool I say; not cool.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Don't Judge a Book By It's Cover


A review of Ian McEwan's novella The Cement Garden


Death? yes. Secrets? yes.
But I know that the cover
Did not say incest.

It's funny to me that a book that I purchased because I thought it might be teachable would be considered by our gifted and talented school board more vile than anything Pat Conroy ever considered writing.

I will, however, continue to peruse McEwan for teachable readings.

Words to the Wise

bras are never shirts;
underwear is not swimwear;
and tights are not pants.

take heed

Friday, July 3, 2009

PIMM'S


O sweet ambrosia,
Why was I missing out on
such deliciousness?

Late Night Quad Talkers

Late night quad party
I'll never get to sleep now.
Shout: "OOPS YOU BLEW IT"

My second BL Summer in Santa Fe, we awoke one morning to find a BreadNet posting from SuZanne one of the director's assistances with the subject line "Oops you blew it." The very live nature of the St. John's college campus caused spectacular acoustics at all hours of the day and apparently our late night chatting session (read 11pm) was a bit too noisy for some.

It seems that "oops you blew it" is appropriate at Lincoln College as well, because the stone walls and strategically placed benches prompt conversations to be magnified and the lack of airconditioning means windows need to be left open at night. Hopefully the wee Brits will be out of here after Visiting Days are over and Lincoln College will become a quiet Bread Loafian oasis after the hours of 2am (seriously, I'm fairly certain they were up until after 2 our first night here).

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Lies James Maddox Told Me!

Directions should be
easy to read when one is
weary from the road.

In
anticipation of the Bread Loaf summer, our program director, James Maddox, always sends out a lengthy document about how to best prepare for the summer (read all of your books, make pandemic flu preparations, yadda yadda yadda). Given the foreign travel aspect of Oxford this year's notice was even more detailed... including step-by-step directions for how to get from your seat on the airplane to your bed at Lincoln College. As a teacher I pride myself on my ability to follow directions, leading me to the following conclusion: Mr. Maddox's letter (not to be confused with Terrence Maddox of SNL fame) was LIES ALL LIES.

Observe. (my remarks in italics)

Travel
You must carry with you a copy of your acceptance letter as proof that you are accepted into the Bread Loaf School of English. Customs will usually require you to produce proof that you are attending an academic program. Also be thoroughly prepared to explain to the lovely girl working at customs that yes, teachers are students too. Something about having my occupation on my immigration card listed as "teacher" and claiming that I was indeed here for as a student for an academic program just didn't seem to jive with her.

Following are the instructions for arrival at Heathrow Airport (commercial flights: Concourse C): that's all well and good Jim, but I arrived at Heathrow Airport, Terminal 4 - note the difference in word choice and labeling techniques... disaster starts here.

1. Go through Immigration; present passport; you will be asked to explain the nature and length of your stay and submit to a full cavity search and mind probe.

2. Collect your luggage downstairs. Nope, not true, no stairs were involved... this is probably when I should have realized that my plane had not arrived at the aforementioned golden gate in Concourse C...

3. If you have nothing to declare (hardly anyone ever does), I declare that I am tired and starting to smell... by I don't need to speak to explain those things, go through Customs exit, green aisle. Actually, the aisles were all green... maybe he's color blind.

4. If you still have no British currency, I'm guessing my 1 87p leftover from my jr. high trip to Europe wasn't going to be enough for 6 weeks, get dollars converted to pounds at the Barclay's Exchange, near the Customs exit. False: it was American Express. Don't leave home without it. No Phil Mickelson endorsements needed here. There are "cash points" (UK phrase for "ATMs") thanks for the vocabulary lesson located in the area immediately outside the Customs exit.

5. You can take a direct bus ("coach") really... really he needed to clarify that one? to Oxford from Heathrow and Gatwick (X70). this is by far false the best way to reach Oxford from either airport. There is frequent service, and it's significantly cheaper than other means of transportation. After exiting Customs, follow the signs to "Central Coach Terminal" except these signs are nowhere to be found (you will have to follow a maze of underground walkways, and then take a "lift" [aka "elevator"] again with the air- quotes to the ground level; it is very clearly signed. OH NO IT ISN'T. The Oxford coaches (X70; every 30 minutes) always leave from bay number 14 which clearly means bay 11 outside the main coach station and by main coach station he means Terminal 5.

6. Take the bust to the terminal at Gloucester Green actually, first you'll need to go outside the terminal you arrived at, look for bay 14, realize it goes to Cambridge, not Oxford, ask the information desk lady how to get a bus ticket, take the shuttle to Terminal 5, buy a ticket, realize that the ticket time is displayed in military time, check your watch, convert the time, think you have 2+ hours to wait, do some reading, realize that your watch might be wrong, turn on your cell phone, realize it's still on US time, convert it to UK time, see that it's displaying a different time from your watch, find a clock, realize your bus actually leaves soon, go find the bus pick up area... again not bay 14 as previously mentioned --this is the last stop (the bus stops at several other places on the Outskirts of Oxford before Gloucester Green). It's about a ten-minute walk from there to Lincoln college, but if you're loaded down and weary you may wish to take a taxi (tip 10%). If you are walking or following a fellow BreadLoafer, Lincoln College is located on Turl Street, between Broad and High Streets. From Gloucester Green (Gloucester Street) really, really you're going to get that right, but not the directions on how to get a bus ticket??? take a left to George Street. In about a block George Street will turn into Broad Street. Walk one block on Broad and turn right on Turl. You will pass Ship Street and Market Street on your right; the enterence to Lincoln college will be on your left. (It is also possible to disembark from the bus at Queen's College and walk up the High Street love the article before High Street to Turl Street, take a right on the Turl, and arrive at Lincoln College, on your right. Be we are inclined to recommend this advice only to those of you already familiar with Oxford Is that the royal we? Was I not invited to your coronation?).

Following your arrival at Lincoln College be prepared to climb 3 flights of 15th century stairs wearing a 30 lb. pack and carrying a 50 lb. suitcase.

That said, I arrived, on time, safe and sound and luggage intact. I'm not looking forward to going home, ever!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Yay for Summer!

Two thousand and nine
could prove to be one of the
best summers ever!

It's ridiculously amazing how much difference a week makes in one's outlook on the whole teaching thing. I'm also ridiculously pumped about recent ongoings and getting ready to be abroad.

***EDIT: I use the word ridiculous a lot. Such is my life (I wish!)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The tick tock of the clock is painful...

I think Eve 6 said it best... I can't believe how slow the day is going. I've been at school for a little over 2 hours and I've finished everything I need to finish. If it weren't for a meeting I need to attend this afternoon, I'd have been out of here hours ago (or not shown up at all)!

How slow is the day?
Seconds creeping to minutes...
Hours don't happen.