She’s fantastic! Perfect song choice-Adele. Flip to MSNBC- facts, evidence, substantiated proof, Adam Schiff- Rachel has “breaking news” yet once again. Wow the singer with Blue hair is terrific! Adam and Rachel blah blah. I can’t do this Rachel. I’m not sure who disappoints me more you or Trump.
I’ve sat through so many “breaking news” moments followed by wonderful legal scholars only to watch Trump work his way around the law, lie, manipulate the media, and buy another day. I don’t think I can keep being teased that you and your Ivy League trained team can beat trump. It’s high school all over again.
The nerds are trying to demonstrate their intellectual superiority to one another. Sadly they are so thrilled by their own conclusions that they fail to see how they tend to ignore or dismiss the people they deem to be lesser than them- the average students.
And trumps team feels like they are entitled just because of being rich or appearing to have more. The rules don’t apply to them. Exceptions are made. Coaches look the other way if they are busted for drinking; or their grades don’t meet the criteria for playing in a game.
In high school, trumps team always wins. If this high school musical continues for another 4 years- I’m out Rachel-I’m watching the Voice.
Woke up to the following email:
“As you may have seen, a family of large crows is nesting in the northern wall of the courtyard. The crows have become increasingly protective of the nest, and have attacked several employees entering the building through the doors at the north end of the courtyard. According to wildlife officials, this is typical behavior for nesting crows. The nesting cycle should last approximately 30 days, so we anticipate the crows vacating the nest sometime in late May. “
I woke up thinking about luchadores? Yes I did. I thought I might find some masks to post. While it was cool to see the photos of the real Nacho Libre, I still liked Jack Blacks version better. Sorry Fr. Nacho. And there were way too many images of Santo, Lucha Libre, and Mistico to choose from. I decided to scrap the idea. And then like an unexpected flying leap from the ropes, I stumbled upon a black and white photo of ” Santo con helado(ice-cream)” and oneof L’ange blanc playing pinball, and Hurricane Ramirez, ” the prince of silk” smoking a pipe- all with their colorful masks on. Awwwwww-the human side of these macho mad men! So many touching moments to choose from. But in the end, I kept revisitingthis photo of the Blue Demon. I imagined it was for his high- school yearbook. Crazy I know. Any chance I wondered if he was voted most likely to body slam an opponent?
Sitting on the only remaining seat on the L train, covered in black leather with faded flecks of gold is her purse. You know her. She’s the one who appears oblivious to how many people are standing. She makes herself appear busy by having her thumbs do a drum solo on her iPhone. But really she is just daring you to ask her for the seat. In fact, now her leg covered by the black and cream diamonds on her dress inches over to protect her valuables. And then when her stop arrives, she pushes, and demands the standees move aside so the queen may exit.
Scrolling down my reader, I become increasingly judgmental of the many “top 100” or “awards for best…….blog” pages. More specifically, it annoyed me to see very intimate poetry slapped together in a list for pointless recognition. I think of trophys and ribbons as being given to winners in a competition. And I just can’t grasp the idea of making this distinction between losers and winners with poets and other artists unless they choose to compete. What am I missing here? What do you think?
I just learned how to reblog. So when I’m tapped out and lacking, I will give up Forwardthinkingdad blog real estate to support others who inspire me. And when my creative spirit awakens…..you’ll know.
Do elementary school classrooms still have dulled metal pencil sharpeners secured to a wall? Waiting for the next child to crank its handle so it can gnarl on the yellow chewed up wood until it reaches a sharp point; and then feast on the number #2 shavings in its oblong belly? And when fully consumed, does the school custodial engineer/janitor collect and save the grinded remains, so it can be used to absorb the days lunch the next time a second grader violently hurls their mac n’ cheese and strawberry jello down the long winding staircase leading directly to the bathroom on the first floor?