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Name: derric
Gender: Male
Interests: just a regular sort of guy. who knows a little about a lot of things. who can read greek but forgets how to pronounce things. who likes music but still can't play the guitar. who loves shoes but hates to go for walks. yup... just a regular sort of guy.
Expertise: a little of this and a little of that.
Occupation: Education/training
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/9/2005
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| hey there xanga lovers. just wanted to let you know i am jumping
blogger ships. the new blog will be found at
http://relevantism.blogspot.com/
come by for more of the same, irregularly regular postings on things
that seem at least marginally important, at least at the moment, at
least to me.
be well-
d
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| got back from sneedville in one piece. it WAS beautiful.
and the people were very friendly. and i only heard one reference
to the film deliverance, for which i was grateful.
this week is crazy. i have a candidate on campus interviewing for
an open position. 2 different granting organizations are making
their annual campus visits to make sure we are spending their money
responsibly, so i have to schmooze and kiss ass seemingly all
week. ick.
and i haven't had a true day off in a little too long. AND grand
theft auto: san andreas is STILL not out for the xbox yet. grrr.
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| today i am off to sneedville, tennessee.
i am taking a group of 1st year students to do some service work
there. i hear it's beautiful and the people are kind. i also hear
that if i drive down to the bridge outside of town, there is about 6
feet of cell phone reception there. it should be a good
time.
i just hope that i don't hear anybody start playing dueling banjos while i am there...
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| when i was 12, my best friend, jim, and i decided we were going to
create a comic. it was going to be like that new "far side" thing
and be one panel only. it would have as its protagonist a very
short, 43 year old man. we imagined a number of hilarious
scenarios in which his height would get him mistaken for a child and he
would cry, "but i'm 43 years old!" that was going to be the
regular tagline, the recurring joke for regular readers.
so, jim was the artist and i was the writer. the first panel, the
only one to ever be completed to inking and lettering, was our short
friend being physically thrown from a liquor store, dollar bills flying
around him with his recognizable tagline fluttering behind him, "but
i'm 43 years old!" the second attempt put our friend at a porn
parlor, and there we got stuck. we mused to ourselves, striving
for artistic honesty: should we draw posters like we imagined
were outside porn parlors, or be more subtle? if we were more
subtle then how would folks know he was at a porn parlor? and
then those musings quickly brought us to the point of realizing our one
gag comic strip had a lifetime of about 3 almost-funny scenarios.
hell, add our man getting thrown from a bar and we were done.
disillusionment settled in quickly and we turned our attention to other
matters, namely the girl next door who was quickly "budding" into a
young woman. she kept us occupied for a number of years, that and
she had a pool in her backyard.
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| just a fun little update to get by for the weekend. let's look at WHAT AM I:
doing right now--updating this monster, re-reading policy for a few of
the programs i administer, making plans for the beginning part of the
summer, and firming up a campus visit for a candidate for an open
position.
listening to--a mix cd of carbon leaf.
these guys are a good time. very different sort of collection of
sounds with creative writing. and the lead singer's voice is
super cool.
drinking--just finished the cold, 3 hour old cup of starbucks i got at
the local bakery across from my gas station. (sadly, it's the best
coffee in town)
doing for lunch--eating in the student dining hall. gotta love saga, and today is chicken nuggets. woohoo.
doing tonight for fun--having dinner with friends cherie & darrin,
and drinking more than my share of microbrewed beer. (yay, finally
found some local breweries)
doing this weekend--sleeping in, reading the paper, eating bagels, watching Sin City on the moderately big screen, piddleyshit housework, taking a group of seniors to the Underground Railroad Freedom Center in cincinnati, ohio.
doing next month--well, getting married sometime, and going to
bucerias, mexico for a week with my betrothed. (mmm, cheap tacos,
amazing tequila, beer for breakfast, and tropical sex.)
how bout you?
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