Who knows what he does when he’s not being
being the teacher?
It’s an unknown; a projection at most, at worst: that.
Unknowning mind might be the most powerful mind.
Quiet, receptive and possibly able to leave these boundaries we’ve all so unconsciously and conveniently agreed upon.
Siting in Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, like a glass half full, he saw, through the wall.
One of these women works too hard. In a way she wills too hard.
The other one doesn’t work too hard but watches where she’s going. She has a receptive mind.
Dylan is old enough to vote. He is also old enough to serve in the military, which means he is old enough to kill people for his country. But he is not yet old enough to drink. He is not 21.
In Spanish class when the professor asked him conversationally (for practice) if he drank, Dylan became confused and didn’t know what to say because of course he drinks (he’s in college) but he didn’t want to admit to anything illegal so he tripped over his tongue and pretended he didn’t know how to say it in Spanish.
This is the Devil. Why? Because he’s everywhere preventing things. There is NO ART FUNDED by the government in the public schools of San Francisco!!! “frivolous” is what sarah Palin calls it. Making Art is about learning to have an inner dialog with yourself where there is no good or bad, right or wrong) and this activity is NO WHERE in the schools. How are these kids who are taught to memorize the right answer and then fill it in in the bubble on the ever more frequent tests, ever going to be able to decide anything for themselves?
so,
I interviewed today to be “an artist in the schools”. I will get paid (if you can call it that) a small fraction of what I normally get paid to teach a class. Wow. the payback is elsewhere.
I stopped to look at a rose bush today. It had tightly wound new buds waiting to open It had partially open flowers. it had perfect fully blown roses, wilting roses, dried petals, shriveled leaves. It had all phases of rose on it at the same time. In a way it defined and defied time. All at once. And so pretty.
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My mother liked dark chocolate and mint, my Aunt Martha also. Even though they didn’t like each other, they both liked dark choclate with bright white mint inside. Inside those slim little paper sleeves, with the black and gold or shiny emerald green. Should be a few lying stylishly on the silver tray in Grandmother’s dining room. I hope the elevator works. Always feel a bit like a caged bird in there, singing as I go higher until it comes to a clangy metal, abrupt stop and I have to fight the cranky gate.
Cherry Vanilla was another favorite of my mother’s. For ice cream. Does that still exist? What about peppermint ice cream, the pink kind. Is it amidst the rocky road and the cookie dough?
Who knew they were going to change the names of what I considered centuries old, unchanging colors? Who knew you were going to be able to buy a watercolor set without Alizarin Crimson? My grandchildren will probably not paint with Cerulean or Ultramarine Blue. They’ll be called something else.
Old World Blue and Medium Blue Straight Up, or something..
There is a difference between Office Max and Office Depot. Office Max has cooler folder designs. I went back again to get more.
A latina with her small daughter (and small son and husband) is asking us people behind her in line something intensely. I am thinking maybe she doesn’t have enough money to finish the sale and am ready to contribute. But no, that isn’t it. So I ask her in Spanish and she answers in Spanish but I still don’t get it. Either do the other people in line. Then, with the two languages now all-mixed-up and lots of (very important) hand gestures, I get it.
The folders (which she is buying for her daughter’s school) are $0.01 each (that’s one cent) but there is a limit of 5 per customer so she has enough money for the whole school which is like $5. and she is needing people to help her 5 cents at a time. We all of course help now that we understand the situation but there’s only 4 of us in line. Is she going to be there all day, I wonder. I give her some bills also. “For the cause” I say.
I am thinking WTF which is what I usually think about any situation involving public school, and ask her in Spanish the name of her daughter’s school. “Ascend” she says, “in Oakland”.
With a mother like that, those kids can possibly go places, even with school as bad as it is.
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