Monday, February 29, 2016

get thee to the haberdasher!


It all began during the Western segment of "genre".
An itchy goat petter spoke of needing to go to the haberdashery for "some salve or cream".
And justthatfast, the improv troupe had their theme for the evening of fun!
Haberdasher was one of the "World's Worst" occupations!
"Salve" was the word that kept returning like a rash!

And
the man
who started
the whole
thing
rolling?
This guy
right here,
poised on
the edge
of the
"Death of
A Salesman"
stage.



Yep, this is the guy, alright, poised on the cusp of identifying the "bachelors" his "bacherlorette" persona has been questioning.
Bachelor #1 (Lynita Spivey) was a Mary Kay salesperson.
Bachelor #2 (John Dorsey) was a 12-year-old boy, forced to go on the show by his mom.
And Bachelor #3 (the recently-wed Thomas) was a Disney princess.
Such a funny skit, made even more so by the special squeaky voice of the Bachelorette!

Most excellent Odd Lot evening, Doug McIlwain!
Thanks for the inspiration!
And my many thanks to all for sharing this rare February 29th with me!

Many thanks, also, to Kevin and Cedric and Connie and David for hanging out with me at Chili's afterward!
What a wonderful Monday night!
Bring on March, like a lion or a lamb!
I'm ready for it!

Sunday, February 28, 2016

three couples and a bunch of girls


I could have easily
named this post
"three plays and
a movie"
or possibly
"two plays, a musical,
and a movie".
Another choice could
have been
"four weddings and
a funeral"
or maybe even
"almost five weddings
and definitely
three funerals".
So very many options!
The montage I fashioned
by chance
settled the matter
as soon as I saw it.
Most definitely!

I'll begin with the "bunch of girls", down at the bottom.
These five sisters were in "Mustang", a Turkish film brought here by Cinema Savannah. (Thanks, Tomasz!) This is where three weddings of the four weddings occurred, as well as one of the funerals. Why? All because the girls were having unsupervised fun on the beach with some male classmates. Be grateful for American life, y'all!
Continuing clockwise in my photo spread, the next is a musical! And it's populated by high school thespians! "Bye Bye Birdie" is also loosely based on Elvis' story, too... so you know I had to see it! This is my year of Elvis, after all!
The play was great fun and was a glimpse into marketing. The fan club had been contacted to select a member to receive the "last kiss as a civilian" before Birdie became active duty military. Special kudos to the talented performers of Rose "Rosie" Alvarez (the secretary at the music studio) and Harry MacAfee (the father of the fan club's girl to be kissed) - fabulous work! I wish I'd gotten there earlier so I could have received a program and known the students' names. Those two should definitely be headed to Broadway!
Next up are star-crossed lovebirds whose tale we all know. Yep, I'm talking about Romeo and Juliet, featuring a wedding and two funerals. This time around, it's Savannah Stage Company's sparse set, allowing Shakespeare's words to shine and the emotions to perfume the air.
And... there was even a real-life marriage proposal after this final show! Dylan, who played Juliet's nurse (among other roles tonight!), was called to the stage by her boyfriend... then he told of how they met and got on one knee right in front of me!
Wow...
Perfect happy ending after the Bard's tale of love!
The final couple in my entertainment clock are Linda and Willy Loman. All she ever wanted in life was a family and a house that was paid in full ("free and clear"). To that end, she had forced Willy to remain in a job he detested, leading eventually to the "Death of a Salesman". Sad how couples can fall into such a pattern that they don't see each other as individuals with dreams but as adversaries to overcome.
Thanks to Joe's Catering for a wonderful opening night party, full of meatballs and apple tarts and barbeque-coleslaw sandwiches. Very nice! And thanks to Barbara and Kay for coming with me to Collective Face's enactment of the drama tonight.
Such a busy weekend I've had!
Now, to settle back and watch the Oscars...

Saturday, February 27, 2016

cinderella story of a science bowl



Once upon a time, there was a small high school in Cusetta.
Located in the western central region of the state of Georgia, its closest "big city" was Columbus.
Its mission was to "prepare young people to become lifelong learners in a small school setting."
One day in late 2015, word came of a competition between learners at high schools throughout the state.
The annual competition was based on knowledge of math, biology, chemistry, Earth science, energy, and physics.
They were learners of those subjects!
So, they filled out the necessary paperwork and met the deadlines to compete in the 2016 Georgia Regional Science Bowl, the preliminary round of competition.
Then they prepared and practiced.
In late January of this year, they participated in their first-ever science competition with students from other nearby high schools.
And they won!
Hooray!
That meant they would be going to the State Science Bowl in Savannah in late February!

And so they did.
And the four-student team from Chattahoochee County High School blew away their competitors.
In one round of the eight played, they scored 208, the highest score ever.
Ever.

Now, these champions will be attending the National Science Bowl in Washington, DC.
As state champions, all of their expenses to, and at, the event itself are covered.
Once there, they will be competing with high school students from every state in the USA.
Go and make Georgia proud, y'all!

Thursday, February 25, 2016

let's go, bananas!


Yes, that punctuation was made deliberately.
The comma between the "go" and the "bananas" was meant to be there.
Why?

Because it's official!
The name of the new Savannah baseball team was announced at Historic Grayson Stadium around 6 PM tonight and I was there for it!


Bananas, bananas, bananas!!!
How about that?
I am thrilled, of course!!!
Some of the other Sand Gnats fans?
Um... not so much. But they are season ticket holders with the new ball club, so I am sure they will come to love it.

Those "Sweet Caroline" girls are bound to come around once the bats start swingin' and the balls start flyin'!

My friend Bill the painter? I think he's a bit nonplussed by the name, but he's moving back to California anyway.
Mindy the musician didn't care for the new team name, either, but after a conversation with me, I think she'll become one of the loudest clappers... well, maybe after a game or two.
But I'm thrilled!
I loaded up with the snazzy magnets before I left, too!
Anyone who wants one can get it from me!


I hadn't even made it home before the text messages came from Alabama.

the Eagle scout: Go Bananas
me: :-) I know! I really love it!
the Eagle scout: I just heard
me: I even have a T-shirt!
the Eagle scout: Move over Montgomery Biscuits
me: -sent him a photo of me with the T-shirt -
the Eagle scout: U Banana
me: It was fun at the stadium tonight.
the Eagle scout: They're there already?
the Eagle scout: Who came up with the name?
me: One of the fans. The ball club had a contest a few months ago to solicit names, then narrowed it down to 5 names. Bananas was one of those 5.

Then came the text messages from Michigan!

the ex: I understand it's the Bananas.
me: Yes it is! I am thrilled!!
the ex: I hope it's a team that the town gets behind.
me: Some folks were upset, but the other names were too stolid and bananas is FUN!
me: The first Saturday game is already sold out.
me: They are very much promoting the FAMILY atmosphere, instead of catering to drunks.
the ex: I hope it lasts.
me: Hey, they only have 24 home games. They have a 2 year contract at the stadium. I think it's going to work.
me: They will have students from Sav State and GA Southern on the team, too.
the ex: Alumni will support.
me: You bet. With their business dollars, too. Memorial has already bought up a game night for its employees.
the ex: Oh good!

Good news travels fast!

Go, go, go, BANANAS!!!!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

oscar film fest, short and sweet!


Barbara and I treated ourselves
to a special doubleheader
tonight -
Oscar Shorts!
Two blocks of films, each about 90 minutes long!
You know how much I love the shorts, right?
And see that ticket price?
She had ordered her tickets first, specifying the senior rate.
I followed, saying,
"the same for me, please!"
And so it was...
including the discounted ticket price.
Sah-weet!
The first block consisted of five films.
"S T U T T E R E R" was one of them!
Hooray!
I am so glad to have seen it again and she very much enjoyed it.
Such a sweet, modern, love story!
"Shok" was excellent, too, though quite serious and with a twist at the end. Highly recommend these two!
The next block started with another of my favorites from the SFF "extension": "Sanjay's Super Team"!
Now I've seen it three times!
This block contained quite a few films, but I especially liked "Catch It".
Hey, what's not to love about a bunch of *animated* lemurs chasing fruit and making funny, adorable faces?
(smile)
If you get a chance, catch these films!

Saturday, February 20, 2016

sisters on a journey



What's the buzz, honeybee?
Tonight, I saw more than ten thousand dollars get raised in just about fifteen minutes.
The emcee asked everyone in attendance to donate just another twenty bucks before leaving...and folks responded justthatfast, using their cell phones to make the money transfer.
Wow.
Tonight, I saw the price for a Labrador retriever puppy soar from an initial bid of $500 (made by Kelly, a woman at my table) to a cool three thousand dollars from a woman two tables over.
A week in a four-bedroom villa in Costa Rica started at $1000 and ended at $2800.
A night in Hilton Head opened at $100 and was soon over $1000.
These folks know how to raise money.
It helps that the money being raised is going to save the lives of children fallen prey to cancer.
It helps even more that many in attendance know someone who has a child stricken with a brain tumor or leukemia or a variety of other childhood cancers.
Even I have a now-teenaged niece who had a malignant cancer in her eye. Every year, she and her mom (my stepsister) make the trek up north to verify the cancer has not returned.
I'm certainly aware of organizations that fight cancers in children, like the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society and their Light The Night Walk. I've done that a time or two, remember?
However, I do admit to not being aware of organizations devoted solely to research to eradicate cancers in our young ones. I had not heard of CURE Childhood Cancer until tonight.
And I certainly was not familiar with Sisters On A Journey and the fact that Georgia has several chapters of the group to raise money for Catie's Fund, a fund of CURE.
Tonight, though, I became enlightened.
My first niece had called me last night. Did I have plans for Saturday night? Would I care to accompany her for a free dinner at the Alee Temple?
I knew full well that I had intended to go to the MENSA dinner, possibly following that with the "VISIONS: An Odyssey in Black Dance" or SSC's "Romeo and Juliet".
Instead, I said to her, "what am I doing tomorrow night?"
And together we joined other women - and a few men - at the Sisters On A Journey Dinner - Savannah at the Alee Temple. The seats were originally $35 each, but Christina's friend had two cancellations at one of the two tables she hosted. Lucky break for us!
Our table had been decorated for summertime days, with bees and honey and giant sunflower balloons. Lovely! We even had the bee-utiful cookies in the above photo! Mason jars for beverages, cupcakes with honey cream frosting, and even little honey bears to take home! Oh, and we even had our own nametags with little sunflowers on them!
What to do?
Well, there was a huge area full of items to bid on for the Silent Auction.
There was a 50-50 Raffle and even raffle tickets for some special last-minute items. She and I both spent five bucks for a 50-50 ticket. All told, 482 of those tickets were purchased and the winner did as we would have: donated her half toward the CURE.
Very nice!
What else did we have?
Live music! Tell Scarlet is a family that plays together, keeping our toes tapping to 70's, 80's, and 90's tunes for most of the evening!
Live auction! Kenny Williams was amazing! Not only could he keep up a nonstop patter, he was also adept at running up the bids to their absolute maximum. Good job!
Live food! Hahahaha haha! Gotcha with that one! The food was all cooked and quite tasty: succulent chicken breasts, sweet baby carrots, fabulous green beans, and excellent dinner rolls! I even heard the mashed potatoes were very good!
Five hours later, I was home again and feeling blessed.
Thank you, dearest Christina, for inviting me to this loving event.
Thank you, her friend Christy, for making me feel like I had been invited all along.
Thank you, my tablemates, for lively conversation and laughs.

i thank You, God.

one day at a time, dood!



2-20-2016

Dear Tony,

That date looks pretty cool, doesn't it?
I've written it about eight times today, between doing Smitty's sales taxes and reporting "early alerts" on several of my students.
Well, for the ones at Savannah Tech. Next week will be the turn of my Armstrong students, after they have their second test on Monday.

What's an "early alert"? It lets the folks in charge of academic counseling know when students are not doing well with their grades. I take my responsibility for the reports very seriously.
Most of the time, the student will start doing better, once they know they've been reported and they know someone is paying attention to them.
Sometimes, though, a student gets their feelings hurt, like they've been ratted out. That's totally crazy, but that's how they perceive it. In that case, they usually will drop out of the class and then take it with another teacher.

On another subject: Such great news you had in your last letter! Wow! I truly pray that you will be considered a candidate for the long-term maintenance program!
You have become a better man and I hope everyone there recognizes that fact. I know you have put a lot of effort into improving your mind and your faith in God. I am very proud of how far you have come on that difficult road.

May God continue to guide you and shine a light on your path!

with my love!

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

bananas, bananas, bananas!


Hooray!!!
Baseball is back in my heart!
You know that name I wrote about, that pro-alcoholism one that I was taking a stand against?
Well, I'd like to think enough folks sided with my argument to persuade the folks in charge to throw that name into the "round file".
However it came to pass, Savannah Baseball announced today that "Party Animals" has been dropped from consideration for our new boys of summer.
Hooray!!!
That means I can go to baseball games this summer!
(smile!)

On the 25th of this month, they'll reveal the team name and team colors and all the team promotions and all that good stuff!
I'm quite excited about that!
They're having a huge media event that evening and I will be there! I'll make sure Mr. Willie knows, too!

So, what name do I prefer?

Savannah Anchors?
Well, that would tie in with Savannah's long history as a seaport.
I also like that we might hear "Anchors Aweigh" more often, as I am a Navy veteran.
(smile)
However, I'd hate to think that name might end up dragging us down, as the mighty Casey has suggested.
(smile)

Savannah Ports?
Hmmm... a bit clumsy, isn't it?
Yes, it's a more direct reference to this town's heritage.
And it's unlikely that sports news writers will be able to use it disparagingly in a headline when the team is losing.
But can you imagine yelling, "Go, Ports!"
Try it.
Seriously.
The name has no flow.

Okay, that's two more down.
What about Savannah Seagulls?
Okay, "Go Gulls!" has some cachet, I'll grant you that.
And I like the beach scavengers just fine.
Truly, I do.
And, whether deliberate or not, there is a link to the team name of the past two decades, as both names reference flying pests.
So, that could be nice!

But "Savannah Bananas" has captured my heart and my imagination!
"Go Bananas!" could lead to some fun antics on the field, for sure!
It's also fun to say!
That's a definite plus!
But here's what I really like: the uniforms could be YELLOW.
YELLOW!!!
I don't know of any teams that have such a distinctive color for their uniforms!
And the mascot could be The Big Banana!!!
How cool is that?!?!
Oh, I just thought of a cool concession item: bananas!!!
Even frozen bananas on a stick!

So, in honor of that name, let's all go bananas!
Just look for me in my yellow shirt, y'all!
(smile!)

Monday, February 15, 2016

crossword, bloody crossword


I have always liked to give blood for Valentine's Day.
This year, I have had to abstain.
The rash on my arms has returned. That, in and of itself, is not the reason I cannot give.
No.
As the nurse told me the last time I tried to give, there has to be a large enough rash-free zone for the placement of the bandage after the blood has been drawn.
I have no such area near the crook of my elbow, on either arm.
Drats.
But I do have this cool puzzle to solve!
I thought I would share it with you, dear reader.
Happy Valentine's Day!




Sunday, February 14, 2016

asparagus pee and ribeye fingers


And in between, a second viewing of "Deadpool", this time in BIG D and with my first niece!
(Thanks, Christina, for agreeing to change your mind!)

This has been a truly wonderful day!
It began with a Valentine's Day Pot-Luck Brunch with the 40+ Women's Social Network!
Eileen was the hostess with the mostest for this special occasion and she greeted everyone with pink pearl necklaces!
How very nice!
Someone brought asparagus with raspberries and walnuts - woohoo!
And Lisa M brought peanut butter balls! With toasted quinoa and coconut! Outrageously good!
Lots of other yummy goodies, too, and lots of folks I don't get to see - and dance with! - often enough - Kim and Dawn and Barbara and Michelle!
Plus I met some new folks, too!
And... I won a prize in the raffle!!!
Yep, that's right! I won a prize! The very first prize, too!
Dinner for two at Carlito's!!!
How about them apples!

After two hours, time to move on to the next fun get-together!
My first niece had texted to see if I wanted to go to a movie with her.
Her company? You betcha!
That particular movie? Eh.
But for her, I would go.
After I had stood outside in the ticket line, in the crazy cold, for almost fifteen minutes, she finally showed up.
We stood in line some more.
Then, as we reached the ticket window, she says
"We could see "Deadpool" instead. I think I would like it."
i thank You, God!!!
And so we did that very thing, with me seeing it in a vibrating chair and reliving my youth again!
Hallelujah!!!
And guess what?
She loved it, too!
With such a killer soundtrack, how could she not?
(smile)
The good folks at Wynnsong even gave each of us a real red rose for coming out today!
How very sweet of them!
What pretty little buds!
And they had even de-thorned them!

Then, I was off to the American Legion!
Post 36 had lured me to return for this Valentine's Day Special Steak Night!
I had placed my order on Thursday for a ribeye, cooked medium well, and I ready to dig into it!
So very juicy!
Nice salad, too, and baked potato and corn on the cob!
But you know what cinched the deal?
Do you know what let me know I was at the right place at the right time?
Pineapple upside-down cake.
You heard me!
Thanks, Sam.
I really appreciate that, man.

What a fabulous day this has been!




Saturday, February 13, 2016

richard < 3 ilsa


What?
Richard who?


Well, you may know him better as Rick Blaine, nightclub owner in the northwestern seaport of Morocco in north Africa.

Um...okay.
The name sounds American, though.
What about the chick?


Ilsa Lund. She's a Norwegian he met in Paris.

Quite a bit of globe-hopping going on here.
What's the deal with them?


She's the love of his life. And he is the love of her life, too. But it's complicated.

Oh, please, love is always complicated, is it not?
What that usually is code for is that at least one of them is married.


You're absolutely right.
That phrase does usually mean that very thing.
But he never knew that about her until she and her husband show up years later in his gin joint, of all the gin joints in the world.

Wait just a minute.
This is about an old movie, isn't it?
Some pre-World War II black and white, right?


Hey, "Casablanca" is much more than 'some old movie"! It's a love story for the ages, with Humphrey Bogart doing the thinking for all of them.
With the help of the Frenchman in charge, he devises a plan that saves the woman he loves...but deprives him of her company.
How very chivalrous and romantic!
And I had the sweetest job at the Lucas Theatre tonight!
Literally!
I gave out Valentines to more than four hundred and seventy-five patrons as they wandered past me and near me and even straight to me!

"Here's looking at you, KID"

"We'll always have PARIS"

"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful FRIENDSHIP"

"Play it, SAM"

"The world will always welcome LOVERS"

And each and every one
of those Valentines
had been fashioned by the good folks at the Lucas.

And each and every one
of those Valentines
had a luscious chocolate,
with a fortune on the
inside wrapper,
attached to the card.

And I gave out almost every one of them, personally handing them to folks with a smile and a wish for a "Happy Valentine's Day!"
Seriously, it was the best job I ever had.
And I wasn't even scheduled to usher tonight.
I simply showed up and was given this job.
The right place, at the right time.
Thanks, Haley and Erin, for making my Valentine's Day extra special!

I thank You, God!

whisking up love!


If ever there was a couple that brought to mind a Norman Rockwell classic, that couple would be Thomas and Danielle.
Today, at 1 o'clock this afternoon, they will become husband and wife...and I will be there.
You better believe it!
Thomas is a fellow member of the League of Savannah Bloggers - meaning I've known him for quite a few years now. (I became a member of that illustrious group in 2008, just a month or so after him.) The past couple of years, he's been a bit more absent from the ether sites he created, but that's totally understandable.
The man has found the love of his life.
How very wonderful!
Danielle and I met when we both auditioned for a play that neither of us were cast in. No worries! She has found a home on several stages since then, with several theatre families here in this seaport. I've been able to watch her sing about a hippopotamus for Christmas! I've watched her dance in productions on the Club One stage! I've shared many a laugh with her at Odd Lot antics!
And I've been blessed to watch the love story unfold between these two beautiful people.
i thank You, God.


"Wishing you

a lifetime of

happy mornings
and good nights and
sweet dreams

in each other's arms!"

Friday, February 12, 2016

WHAM! what a romance!


I gotta tell ya, he's no Ferris Bueller.
But that's alright by me!
Hahahaha haha!
Deadpool is a totally righteous heathen with a refreshingly wicked sense of humor and he could leave his boots under my bed any time...
'Cept he won't.
No, not because he is a fictitious character.
That has nothing to do with it.
The fact of the matter is this: he's a one-woman man.
Strictly.
It's that whole "his curvy edges fit her curvy edges like two jigsaw puzzle pieces with the picture on top"...or somethin' like that.
Such a wonderful love story - for a girl like me - for this Valentine's Day weekend!
It brings to mind
an earlier time
when I was in my early twenties
and open to all comers!
(smile!)
It's all very romantic!
And loaded with action!
And the opening credits are a hoot and a half!
Hahahaha haha!
I only wish I could have broken my cherry on this with Live Out Loud instead of a bunch of strangers!
What extra fun that would have been to see this with that bunch of guys!

Ooooh!
I just got it!
Deadpool was Wade Wilson!
Hahahaha haha!
Hahaha haha!

I want to go see it again right now!!!
But all the cinemas have gone dark now.
I have to wait until tomorrow.
That's okay...
I'll have sweet dreams tonight!
Hahaha haha!
(smile!)

hey, dood!


Dearest Dood,

Hey!
Knock, knock!
Anybody there?

I know, I know.
It's not like I've been in regular contact, either.
This business of teaching four days a week is all well and good, but... the constant onslaught of lab papers to grade from four lab sections is wearing me out.
Holy cow!

This valentine's weekend, I'll be building two versions of one lab test, four versions of another lab test, and four versions of a lecture test.
Why so many?
Because I have to assume the students in the different labs and in the different lectures all talk to each other.
That means the Thursday afternoon lab folks might know what's on the lab test because the folks in the Tuesday morning lab would tell them.
Same thing for the students in the morning and afternoon lectures on Tuesday and Thursday.
Drats.
That's okay.
I leave some surprises to trip up folks who would cheat!
I swap values in a problem so the answer is the opposite of what they may have been told.
Hahaha!

Well, I better get back to work on them. I'm joining Barbara and Sandy for a movie tonight.
Later!

with my love!

wonder woman


Let me preface this by saying I do not know Nancy Jundi.
Even so, when I saw the shared post on my friend's facebook page, I had to stop and read it.
You see, she had been mistaken for Wonder Woman by a little girl.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Stopped for coffee this morning at 7 eleven (don't judge) and when a little girl saw me she hid behind her mother and screamed.

When she started crying I felt really bad and had no idea what I'd done. Her mother bent down to comfort her and asked what happened. The little girl whispered something and then the mother turned to look at me.

"She thinks you're Wonder Woman," whispered the mom in broken English. "You're her favorite... Could you... I'm so sorry..."

"OF COURSE!!!!"

So I bent down and had the sweetest most encouraging conversation with a 4 year old that I ever ever had outside of my own nieces.

"Why aren't you wearing your uniform?" Sofia asked.
"Well, I work with non super heroes for most of the day - even though we do super hero stuff on the computer."

"So you fight the bad guys on the computer?" she asked.
"Sometimes, yes, but we also build some really cool stuff, too."

"But when do you wear your boots and tiara? When do you fight crime with your bracelets?" she wondered.

"Lots. Lots and lots. I love my boots - and I'll tell you a secret, even when you can't see my tiara, I'm wearing a crown. It's like my Invisible Jet. Wanna touch it?"

She froze.
She was so excited.
She touched my head and smiled.
She said "You have hair just like mine!"
So I asked her if she'd like my crown.
"I have more, promise, but I want you to have this one."
She was so happy.
So, so happy.

She hugged me, her mom thanked me and I was late for work.
Because that mattered.
And until something in this world tells her differently, she'll carry herself like she's wearing that crown.

And hopefully, that crown will help her tell the world to stick it, if and when it ever tells her she's anything other than worthy.

Oh, God. How I love you.
How thankful I am for what you give me in a day.

Go be super heroes, friends.


***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

How very lovely! I wish I could recall which friend had posted this, but I do not.
All I can say for sure is that I reposted it on my wall today.

Nancy Jundi's post was dated December 11, 2015.
That would have been the day after Mama's 78th birthday.
When I saw the post earlier today, it served as a Valentine from the ether to me.

You see, Mama was Wonder Woman.
Even the folks she worked with recognized that.
How do I know?
Somewhere in this house I have photographs of her wearing her crown.

***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****

I had some very nice responses to the post.

The indomitable JinHi said, "I knew you had a crown, Tina! You are Wonder Woman. <3"

I replied, "No, my dear. My mother was Wonder Woman and someone in the mill at Union Camp had even made her the bracelets and headgear. I just try to follow in her footsteps..."

My Aunt Linda, my mother's one-and-only sister added, "Oh, what a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing."

I told all, "I know I have a photo of Mama wearing her Wonder Woman wares.. I'l post it when I have a chance to look for it. I promise!"

And I will do that very thing.
Soon.
I promise.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

fun with spooky spooky dog and the teenage gang!


"Spooky Spooky Dog,
where are you?
We've got some work
to do now.
Come on, Spooky Dog,
I see you
pretending you've
got a sliver.
But you're not fooling me,
'cause I can see
the way you shake and shiver.
And Spooky Dog
if you come through
you're gonna have yourself
a Spooky Snack!
That's a fact!
Spooky Spooky Dog,
where are you?
You're ready and
you're willing.
If we can count on you,
Spooky Dog,
I know we'll catch that villain."


What great fun!
The lyrics were even in the program so we could all sing along!
I was too busy laughing to do that, though!
What great costumes for all, from the orange-hued sweater-skirt-hose for Thelma and plum tight (pun intended!) dress of Tiffany to Scraggly's wrinkly T-shirt and Ted's sweater vest with ascot! And then there was Spooky Spooky Dog, with an almost alien 'do - very cute!
Thanks, Fatima Berry, Ashlin Cross, Tristan Carlson, Garrett Cummings, and Olivia Quillman!
What a scary Phantom of the Creepy County County Fair!
(Thanks, Andrew Andrulevitch!)
What gloriously funny twins were Bertha and Fortuana!
(Many thanks, Jonathan Handley, one of my former students!)

How very fabulous to share the experience with my first niece!!!
(Thank you, Christina Ann!)

Folks, if you ever get the opportunity to see "Spooky Dog and the Teen-age Gang Mysteries", do yourself a favor - see it!!!
And bring someone who needs a laugh!
You'll be oh-so-glad you did!

yellow snow and the pooka


Some of the folks I know are so zany!
Take Joe Buttner, for example.
He's the fellow that set me up as a volunteer at the Lucas.
That pretty much solidified his position as one of my favorite people.
(smile)
I had found out there would be a FREE play tonight out at Armstrong and had tried to alert everyone.
Here's the "conversation" he and I had.

him: Yeah, gee, that sounds like fun! Still in New Jersey though, so maybe not.
me: :-) Don't eat the yellow snow. Lol.
him: But it tastes the best! ;-)
me: Silly rabbit.
him: Thanks. I see a doctor about this. He prescribed medicinal LSD.
me: Lucky dog. I have friends who would be so envious.
him: He's a pookah.
me: Um. (silence) A who do what?
him: Name's Harvey....
me: :) I know him!
him: Want to come to New Jersey instead and help me pack up my house? It's lots of fun!
me: Um... Er... Hell to the NO! :-)
him: Not up for the challenge?
me: Nope. Hooray for me!
him: Well, back to work for me. Hope you enjoy the play. See you soon.
me: You too, kid.








Monday, February 8, 2016

sent to the principal's office


Who?
Me???
Yep.

How crazy is this?
One of my students at Savannah Tech mistook something I said.
And you know what that person did?
You would think that person would have come to me and spoken to me about the situation.
After all, that is the chain of command.
It is also what an adult would do.

But, no.
That person sent an email of complaint to the Dean of the department.
At no time did that person approach me about the remark I made.
Not by email, not by phone, not in person.
No way, Jose.
That person chose instead to leapfrog over my head and over the head of my division, straight to the Dean.

That was on Friday.
The Dean contacted me about the situation.
He wanted to hear my side of the story.
I explained what I had said and how I had said it.
I explained, as well, how that person was well aware of my policy about missed labs, as that person had signed off on understanding the policy as written in the syllabus at the beginning of this term.
I explained to him that the email from that person didn't seem to be complaining about the "Zero" for the Lab.
No.
That person wanted me to be reprimanded for what I had said last Monday when I had reminded that person of the Lab policy.

So, here was the scenario.
Last Monday, the class had their first test of the semester.
That person had arrived early and was in the classroom as I entered.
Nothing unusual there.
Then that person waved me over. Handing in the papers which were due for Lab that day, that person informed me that the grandmother was in the hospital and dying and that person had come only to take the test for lecture, but would not be staying.
In a calm and concerned voice, I had said "Are you sure you can't stay for lab? You know you will receive a "zero" if you miss it."
(I know, you can't hear my tone through this flat medium. But, believe me, I spoke with concern in my voice.)
That person told me they needed to see the grandmother.
I told that person "I am sorry about your grandmother."

Then everyone took the lecture test.
All seemed to be well.
That person said nothing more to me as they left.
That person missed the Wednesday lecture, but I had expected as much. I have had plenty of experience with timelines and deaths and funerals. I expected I would not see that person until the Monday lecture.

Instead, I met with that person in the Dean's anteroom this morning.
We were both there for the 10:30 meeting with the Dean.
I had known that person would be there.
Clearly, my presence was a surprise to that person.
Perhaps that person had expected to be able to only tell their side in their complaint of what I had said?
That I do not know.

The Dean spoke to us together the entire time we were in his office.
He talked about school policy on excused absences.
(That person's absence did not fall into the categories listed.)
He talked about compassion toward the special situations which arise in the lives of both students and professors.
That person was allowed to tell of the hurried trip out of town, out of state, reaching the grandmother just hours before her death.
I responded that I had not been told the trip was to be out of town, much less out of state.
I knew that person had been sure to bring the due lab materials.
I knew that person had been sure to come for the lecture test.
I had wanted to make sure that person didn't want to delay their trip for just two more hours to keep from missing lab.
After all, the delay between their lab and the lecture was only fifteen minutes.
The Dean had known nothing of the timeline.
The Dean had known nothing of that person's being sure to bring their lab materials.
The Dean acknowledged that those facts certainly had bearing and that he understood and agreed with the question I had asked the student.
I explained how the "zero" would not have much impact on the student's grade, due to the many graded assignments the students receive in lab. I explained that I would be willing to calculate that person's grade both with and without the "zero" at the end of the semester and evaluate the situation.
I also informed the Dean and that person that I was willing to give that person the data needed for the Post-Lab Report and was willing to accept that PLR late. Because I was willing to make that concession, the grade for the missed lab would not be a "zero" after all, but a possible high of 60 (as that person had missed the actual performance of the experiment to gather the data).
Everyone seemed willing to accept that resolution as fair and amenable.

And after that person left the office, the Dean and I exchanged more thoughts on the matter.
The Dean encouraged me to keep a paper trail (my words, not his) of my dealings with that person.
The Dean also encouraged me to write a document explaining, in very clear terms, the attendance and grading policy about labs...and to have each student sign the document in acceptance.
No matter that they had done so when they signed acceptance of the syllabus.
Have them sign off on the new document, too, and file it.

Two decades of teaching, I have, and I have never had to do such a thing.
Two decades of teaching, I have, and I have never been called in to the Dean's office to explain something I had said.

That's okay.
I've seen the lay of the land now.
I'm aware of the litigious nature of the beasts that roam these halls.
They want everything spelled out and in triplicate?
They want a paper trail?
They'll most certainly have it.
I'll cover them up with paper, if that's what it will take.
They won't like it, but no one said they had to like it.
They just have to know exactly what my rules are...
and then they have to follow them, no complaints.

Sigh.
It's just more work on me.
But at least this work is for me.
CYA, y'all.
The military certainly taught me how to do that.
And in triplicate, too.
(amile)

I went straight from the Dean's office to my work space.
By the time lecture began, I had devised a new contract between the students and myself, explicitly spelling out the rules concerning absence from lab and grading. I strode into the classroom with the copies ready for them to sign.
Then I spent ten minutes of valuable class time reading the rules to them and collecting the signed documents.
D_o_n_e.

all play, and work, too!


The days -
and nights, and mornings, too -
are just full,
as Calvin would say to Hobbes.
I think the surfeit of film festivals has finally run its course.
Please let me know of any I may have missed!
The Strange But True Documentary Film Festival got the ball rolling, followed by the Telluride Mountainfilm on Tour Savannah.
Then came the Gray's Reef Ocean Film Festival, in the midst of the two-week Jewish Film Festival!
The 8th Annual Francophone Film Festival finished up this weekend.
Wow!
And you know what?
Even though I partook of all five French films this weekend, I still managed to grade papers for four labs AND serve as Reader for six hours at the State Middle School Science Bowl.
Of course, my house is a total wreck...
but that's exactly the way I like it!

Saturday, February 6, 2016

up and what?


Alright, already. I'm up and at 'em.

Adam? You're not Adam.

No, not 'Ad'-am.
'At' 'em.


Who's Atom?

No, no, no.
You're not listening.
Not At-'om'.
At 'em'.


It is too early to be talking such nonsense.
Especially on a Saturday.


My point exactly.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Je vais bien merci. De rien.


That was the nonsensical response uttered by a series of 'level three seductress' types when our hero said or did something which was confusing to them.
"I'm fine, thanks. Don't mention it."
Not once, not twice, but at least three times those words were spoken, adding a dollop of humor to an otherwise dour film.
Our hero did not care to respond to such zany utterances.
Ivan Johnson, "pronounced Lemmy Caution", was in Alphaville to rescue Natacha von Braun.
He was on a mission of poetry.

Pretty sweet, right?
I had not known that the purpose of poetry is to bring light into darkness.
Did you know that?
I learned that tidbit from the 1965 science fiction film, "Alphaville, une étrange aventure de Lemmy Caution", which was the opener of the 8th Annual Francophone Film Festival tonight.
The film was a surreal piece, in which a computer had run amok and eradicated emotion from the residents of the town. The suggestion was that the human inhabitants had been replaced by automatons, or perhaps were simply brainwashed to do Alpha 60's bidding.
The professor who created the computer had disappeared, but his daughter was still alive.
The Outer Countries had sent our hero to rescue the fair damsel.
Did he succeed?
Watch it yourself!
(smile)

Afterward, there were sweet pastries from Cafe M!
Cinnamon spins, as delightful as the first time I had them!
Raspberry twirls!
Chocolate croissants!
Raisin bread!
And there was even real food, too! Delicious ham and Swiss sandwiches on fresh French bread!
Woohoo!
Thanks, Amanda and Arthur de Bruc de Montplaisir, for a lovely dinner and dessert! So lovely to see y'all again!
How wonderful to have shared the evening with Carolyn, too, and Axelle and Jordan!
I'll be back for the other four films tomorrow and Saturday!
Hope to see y'all at the Ogeechee Theatre!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

english pete and grouch


What a ride I had this afternoon!
Where to, you ask?
Out to the wild, wild west of Wyoming, at the end of the 19th century.
Yippee-kiy-YAY!!!
Let's see if you can guess the movie!

Here's the recipe:
Take two bounty hunters in a blizzard, one with three dead to be exchanged for cash and the other with a live murderess to be hanged.
Add one would-be sheriff of the very town they are heading for to collect their rewards. for a little variety, make one of the bounty hunters black.
Oh, and make him former cavalry, too.
Scramble together in a stagecoach, then pour out into a haberdashery on the mountain.
Now, carefully add one Confederate general, one hangman, one writer, and a Mexican named Bob.
Sit back for the next two hours and watch as the plot thickens and the tension rises.
Enjoy!

Have you guessed?
But, of course!
It's the eighth film from Quentin Tarantino!
Truly, I like "The Hateful Eight" almost as much as "Pulp Fiction" - and I love that movie! And the two "Kill Bill" films, too! So many interwoven story lines! So much memorable dialogue! Incredible action!
And let's not overlook the beautifully orchestrated movements!
And the great soundtrack!

I know, I hear what you're saying.
"Is this the same person who was just complaining about the coarseness in a movie just the other day? We know Tarantino pulls no punches with language!"

True, his films definitely have plenty of blue-speak.
But guess what?
This one did not have nearly as much as "Dirty Grandpa" did.
Seriously.
And whatever such language was in this western belonged there.
These were desperate men in dire circumstances - the wording was perfectly in place for such a bleak setting.

Such a good film!
Thanks, Quentin!
For a man of 52, you're back at the top of your game again!