Saturday I have part 2 of the Catholic wedding prep. It's seven hours of lecture. About natural family planning. In the basement of a church. Without A/C. And I deeply, deeply resent the church's position on this. So I got that going on.
Oh, man, bon, I am sorry. The eyerolliest part of our sessions was that at least four of the couples were old enough that family planning was obviously no issue at all, and they still had to sit through the whole damn thing. Idiotic and infuriating, and completely pointless since practically everyone disagrees with it and ignores it and the hierarchy won't admit it.
More than two dozen young people who broke into Robert Frost’s former home for a beer party and trashed the place are being required to take classes in his poetry as part of their punishment.
Jay Parini talked about the experience on NPR, I think the day before yesterday. I didn't hear it; I just heard them reading listeners' emails responding to his report. From what little I heard, it sounded like he was initially dubious but in the end felt it was a hard but positive experience for the kids, so of course all the listener responses were furious, ranging from "Thanks for turning education into punishment" to "So, what, if they trashed a chef's house you'd make them take a cooking class?"
And now I want to be in Teppy's office, eating champagne frosting. I've only had it once, but it was one of my top three cake experiences ever.
"So, what, if they trashed a chef's house you'd make them take a cooking class?"
Eh. Why not? If it works. Mind you, I think they should have to do community service plus this, since the class part is because they trashed ROBERT FROST's house, whereas there doesn't seem to be a consequence there about trashing ANY house.
Or, rather, I think that in my lazy-ass "Hey, I think I'll have an opinion about this thing that I read one article about while mostly thinking about the bug in my cat food" way. So take it for what it's worth, which is to say, forget you read this whole thing.
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I vote burrito. Unless the Thai is satay in which case I switch my vote to Thai.
Am all grrr argh.
I was going to write these letters this morning so they were ready when my boss got back from an all-morning thing. Yeah, nsm. I hate thank-you letters.
And now I would like to nap.
Thai!
I wants me some chicken pad thai for dinner, now. With spring rolls and plum sauce.
This afternoon is irritating me. It's summer Friday. Half my coworkers are headed up to my bar, and yet I am here because there is a small but pain in the ass project that needs to be done by 4 on Monday and no one has sent me any files so I can get started or even work out what the scope and timing will be.
I would SO like a nap. I chose comfort McD for lunch and now have the CRASH!
I did get through the minutes I was supposed to finish yesterday and I did change my bosses travel itenerary as requested. Now all I really have to do is a fedex shipment and get invoices signed off on.
I swear this is me today: [link]
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I didn't pack lunch today. Am hungry now. And growly. And I really had to stop myself from punching a kid in the face.
