July 19, 2009
Baldy
I had a really weird dream last night.
I was walking through a mall in LA and there was a JC Penney that I wanted to look in. As if that's not weird enough, the door looked really intense, like the vanishing cabinet from HP. I walked through the doors nonetheless and it turns out that I was in the Star Wars themed portion of the store; it was a dark room with a ghostly glow and fog spilling everywhere. I saw Darth Vader creeping around suspiciously behind a display and so I thought my best bet would be to make a run for it. The second I started running, he sprang up and began chasing me. I wove my way through the empty displays and finally found an exit. Then my dream changed and I was on a gondola of sorts (the ski lift kind) that ran through the mall. It felt shaky and I kept thinking I was going to fall.
There's a whole second portion that I can't even begin to accurately describe, so I won't.
I leave for vacation in five or so hours and I just want to get a move on it. Usually when we vacation, we go somewhere very northern and it takes a whole day to drive it. We've always left at the crack of dawn, which I really, really enjoy because it's so beautiful that early in the morning. Leaving at two p.m. isn't the same as leaving at 4:30 a.m. But I'm still very excited about this trip. It should be quite the relaxing getaway. I'm happy about the weeklong break from television and internet.
La la la, what else...
I suppose I'll respond to the prompt. My favorite teacher of all time would have to be...Mr. Baldwin for AP English Lit senior year. He was an older man with a reputation of being tough and extraordinarily mean; my sister witnessed him make a boy cry. He wore glasses over his twinkling eyes, had a big belly, a full white beard, and white hair crowning his head. Think Santa Claus minus the jolliness and good will to all. All that aside, I got him the year he decided to reform his abundant anger and become more of a pacifist, meaning he decided to stop throwing chairs out the door when someone asked a stupid question. When I wrote "Irving tried to convey how chance factors into people's lives" Baldwin would write "Irving doesn't TRY to convey anything. He conveys it, it's your fault if you can't understand what he's saying." When discussing Blake or Wordsworth and a student was saying that just because she thought a poem had a different meaning than Baldwin did doesn't mean hers was wrong, he responded with "No. Poems don't mean whatever you want them to, whoever said they're up to interpretation is WRONG. It was written with an intention and a theme like any other work, it's your fault if you're too stupid to figure it out." Ah, what a brilliant man.
He also used to tell us stories of his extraordinary life. Like how he made Adidas popular in San Diego, how he wrote television shows, how he played minor league baseball. Someone in my class kept a list of all the things he either did or said he did.
Our homecoming theme senior year was Greek themed. For our float, Baldwin happily consented to playing the role of Zeus. I say it fit him just fine.
I was walking through a mall in LA and there was a JC Penney that I wanted to look in. As if that's not weird enough, the door looked really intense, like the vanishing cabinet from HP. I walked through the doors nonetheless and it turns out that I was in the Star Wars themed portion of the store; it was a dark room with a ghostly glow and fog spilling everywhere. I saw Darth Vader creeping around suspiciously behind a display and so I thought my best bet would be to make a run for it. The second I started running, he sprang up and began chasing me. I wove my way through the empty displays and finally found an exit. Then my dream changed and I was on a gondola of sorts (the ski lift kind) that ran through the mall. It felt shaky and I kept thinking I was going to fall.
There's a whole second portion that I can't even begin to accurately describe, so I won't.
I leave for vacation in five or so hours and I just want to get a move on it. Usually when we vacation, we go somewhere very northern and it takes a whole day to drive it. We've always left at the crack of dawn, which I really, really enjoy because it's so beautiful that early in the morning. Leaving at two p.m. isn't the same as leaving at 4:30 a.m. But I'm still very excited about this trip. It should be quite the relaxing getaway. I'm happy about the weeklong break from television and internet.
La la la, what else...
I suppose I'll respond to the prompt. My favorite teacher of all time would have to be...Mr. Baldwin for AP English Lit senior year. He was an older man with a reputation of being tough and extraordinarily mean; my sister witnessed him make a boy cry. He wore glasses over his twinkling eyes, had a big belly, a full white beard, and white hair crowning his head. Think Santa Claus minus the jolliness and good will to all. All that aside, I got him the year he decided to reform his abundant anger and become more of a pacifist, meaning he decided to stop throwing chairs out the door when someone asked a stupid question. When I wrote "Irving tried to convey how chance factors into people's lives" Baldwin would write "Irving doesn't TRY to convey anything. He conveys it, it's your fault if you can't understand what he's saying." When discussing Blake or Wordsworth and a student was saying that just because she thought a poem had a different meaning than Baldwin did doesn't mean hers was wrong, he responded with "No. Poems don't mean whatever you want them to, whoever said they're up to interpretation is WRONG. It was written with an intention and a theme like any other work, it's your fault if you're too stupid to figure it out." Ah, what a brilliant man.
He also used to tell us stories of his extraordinary life. Like how he made Adidas popular in San Diego, how he wrote television shows, how he played minor league baseball. Someone in my class kept a list of all the things he either did or said he did.
Our homecoming theme senior year was Greek themed. For our float, Baldwin happily consented to playing the role of Zeus. I say it fit him just fine.
gina
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Joey • July 20th 2009 • Reply
i totally totally know what you are talking about leaving at 4:30am... i always sit on the passenger side of the car so i get to watch the sun rise whenever we drive north. its neat to think about everyone still sleeping in their homes as you pass them.
where are you going on vacation?
gina • July 26th 2009 • Reply
I went from here to Santa Barbara to Solvang to Morro Bay to Hearst Castle to Pacific Grove to Monterey to San Francisco. It was quite a week.