In honor of today's special lesson on poetry over Skype, here is the poem I recently wrote over Spring Break, written mostly in my head while laying on Pompano Beach. In mentioning it to our long-distance Skyping professor yesterday, she responded, "You write poetry, nateshorb?" Yes, occasionally I give it my best shot, and by occasionally I think I mostly mean annually.
Ubiquitous.
From Kalahari to Key Largo,
back-nine bunkers to backyard boxes.
The one metaphor
Understood
From east to west,
age to age.
As in,
“So shall your offspring be” or
“So the days of our lives.”
Astounding
in its infinitude.
Yet more personally, a plain
Nuisance.
Everywhere.
Hiding in hair,
tagging along between toes,
waiting in waistbands,
burrowing between book bindings.
In fact,
I won’t be surprised when
a few grains find themselves
right here
in this poem,
even after being shaken out and blown off,
refusing to leave,
but for once
helpful,
dotting gritty i’s and dirty j’s
and finishing lines
with marks of abrasive finality.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Taking the Easy Way Out
DOL, in teacher lingo, stands for Daily Oral Language, which consists of throwing a couple of sentences riddled with mistakes up on the board, then having the students edit and correct them. That was this morning's last minute morning work after I couldn't think of anything else for the kids to do.
I thoughtlessly stole the sentences out of the DOL book, and I'll be the first to admit some of them didn't make much sense at all. The mistakes were so bad that you weren't quite sure what they were supposed to mean.
So of course, that caused the students to start whining, repeatedly saying, "That doesn't make any sense!"
Finally, one quick-witted boy slyly asked, "Mr. Shorb, can we just do like you do to our papers and put a big question mark next to each sentence?"
I laughed so hard at that I was tempted to say yes.
I thoughtlessly stole the sentences out of the DOL book, and I'll be the first to admit some of them didn't make much sense at all. The mistakes were so bad that you weren't quite sure what they were supposed to mean.
So of course, that caused the students to start whining, repeatedly saying, "That doesn't make any sense!"
Finally, one quick-witted boy slyly asked, "Mr. Shorb, can we just do like you do to our papers and put a big question mark next to each sentence?"
I laughed so hard at that I was tempted to say yes.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Maybe I should Tweet...
I've been toying with the idea of joining the Twitter craze lately. I've been resisting as I know all too well I don't need one more time suck on top of the ones I already find.
For those of you who don't know, it's like super-abbreviated-blogging. Each post is limited to 140 characters, or something like that.
So while I've resisted the temptation thus far, tonight it would be perfect. I could tell you I went to see The Class, and I was impressed, almost spooked, with its authenticity.
I could tell you and leave it at that, without feeling the pressure to expound and further delay my much-needed bedtime.
Hey...did I tell you I went to see The Class tonight? I did. That's all.
Goodnight.
For those of you who don't know, it's like super-abbreviated-blogging. Each post is limited to 140 characters, or something like that.
So while I've resisted the temptation thus far, tonight it would be perfect. I could tell you I went to see The Class, and I was impressed, almost spooked, with its authenticity.
I could tell you and leave it at that, without feeling the pressure to expound and further delay my much-needed bedtime.
Hey...did I tell you I went to see The Class tonight? I did. That's all.
Goodnight.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Intermission
I was told over the weekend that my blogging has grown quite infrequent. I guess it's true.
So, like the elevator music playing from the other line when you're on hold, here's some music to keep you busy:
Sigur Ros - Við spilum endalaust - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
And they won't let me embed Damien Jurado singing in the Black Cab, so go watch it HERE.
So, like the elevator music playing from the other line when you're on hold, here's some music to keep you busy:
Sigur Ros - Við spilum endalaust - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.
And they won't let me embed Damien Jurado singing in the Black Cab, so go watch it HERE.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Pompano? Pompayes!
Our third honeymoon was very nice, thank you for asking.
There are lots of stories to tell. Like the time we were bumped up to first class for our flight down without really even realizing it, that could be a post all in itself. I had no idea about all the luxurious things that happen behind that mysterious first class curtain. Extra cushy seats, leg room, free headsets for the in-flight entertainment, drinks, warm towels to wash your hands and face, real food on real plates. It was absolutely amazing, and I was only half joking when I told Erica I would have been fine with turning around and flying back home after that. It was a vacation all in itself.
Turns out we were 15 miles north of Fort Lauderdale in Pompano Beach. We got in pretty late, so the buses were no longer running, and when a cab costs 40 cents for every sixth of the mile, that means you've got a $50 cab ride. Unless, of course, the cab company is extremely shady and tells you the first time you swipe your card it didn't work and you have to swipe again, then it becomes a $100 cab ride that you don't know about until you get home and check your credit card account online. I spent about an hour yesterday trying to call 777-7777 to work that out, only to be transferred and put on hold over and over and over again. Their complaint line was an answering machine. Nice. Finally I got to almost the right person who was able to tell me the guy that handles credit cards was out of the office and would be back Monday. Awesome.
Being 15 miles north of Fort Lauderdale and 5 miles away from the beach meant we were pretty far removed from the Spring Break scene, which, despite my previous mentioned plans, was fine by me. The most we had to put up with were the girls from Michigan who sat by the pool all day every day and talked too loud in their Valley Girl voices with Michigander accents. I would relay some of their absolutely ridiculous dialogue, but without hearing the voice and accent, it simply doesn't do justice to the situation.
No, we were so far removed from the Spring Break scene that we spent most of our time mingling with the large population of geriatrics. Florida is full of old people. Full of them. We played Bingo with them the first day. We didn't win. But we worked out next to them in the fitness center and shared the hot tub with them and rode in the free beach shuttle with them too. When we went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner, we were very literally one of two parties in the entire restaurant that didn't have gray hair. So.many.old people.
We spent plenty of time catching up on reality television with 145 channels to choose from, my favorite of which was watching Steve-O and Mr. Wozniak on Dancing with the Stars. But speaking of dancing with stars, the most spring break action I saw was when Erica drug me to a Ballroom/Latin Dance lesson and the instructor made us trade partners halfway through the lesson. Yes, I got to dance the Tango with every single elderly woman in the room, even the one dressed in the brightly colored tropical muumuu who kept extremely intense eye contact the entire time. It was awesome.
Then there was the time where we needed to take the bus back to airport (to avoid getting charged 4 times as much by the shady cabs). We got on the bus with a 10 dollar bill only to find out the driver couldn't make change for our $2.50 fare. She stared at us implying we needed to get off. We stared at her implying she needed to let us on. She said she needed exact change. We said we didn't have exact change. I turned to the bus in desparation and said, "Anybody got change for a 10?" They stared, too. One guy offered a 5. I took it, saying, "Well, you just made yourself 5 dollars." Lucky dog. But that still didn't give us exact change. By this time I'm pretty sure the driver started on her way. Another woman offered us five ones, and we were finally able to pay, and thankfully had exact change for the transfer, too. So be forewarned: apparently all modes of transportation in Fort Lauderdale end up charging you twice as much as they say they will.
Maybe it happened that way because we paid about half of what we should have paid for first class seats on the trip down. It all evened out, in that case. Speaking of which, we had to sit in economy class on the trip home. Can you believe that? Didn't they know who we were?!
But really, aside from all this nonsense, we had a great time. Good weather, lots of sun, reading, relaxation, time well spent. Thanks, Spring Break '09. You were good to us.
There are lots of stories to tell. Like the time we were bumped up to first class for our flight down without really even realizing it, that could be a post all in itself. I had no idea about all the luxurious things that happen behind that mysterious first class curtain. Extra cushy seats, leg room, free headsets for the in-flight entertainment, drinks, warm towels to wash your hands and face, real food on real plates. It was absolutely amazing, and I was only half joking when I told Erica I would have been fine with turning around and flying back home after that. It was a vacation all in itself.
Turns out we were 15 miles north of Fort Lauderdale in Pompano Beach. We got in pretty late, so the buses were no longer running, and when a cab costs 40 cents for every sixth of the mile, that means you've got a $50 cab ride. Unless, of course, the cab company is extremely shady and tells you the first time you swipe your card it didn't work and you have to swipe again, then it becomes a $100 cab ride that you don't know about until you get home and check your credit card account online. I spent about an hour yesterday trying to call 777-7777 to work that out, only to be transferred and put on hold over and over and over again. Their complaint line was an answering machine. Nice. Finally I got to almost the right person who was able to tell me the guy that handles credit cards was out of the office and would be back Monday. Awesome.
Being 15 miles north of Fort Lauderdale and 5 miles away from the beach meant we were pretty far removed from the Spring Break scene, which, despite my previous mentioned plans, was fine by me. The most we had to put up with were the girls from Michigan who sat by the pool all day every day and talked too loud in their Valley Girl voices with Michigander accents. I would relay some of their absolutely ridiculous dialogue, but without hearing the voice and accent, it simply doesn't do justice to the situation.
No, we were so far removed from the Spring Break scene that we spent most of our time mingling with the large population of geriatrics. Florida is full of old people. Full of them. We played Bingo with them the first day. We didn't win. But we worked out next to them in the fitness center and shared the hot tub with them and rode in the free beach shuttle with them too. When we went to Ruby Tuesday for dinner, we were very literally one of two parties in the entire restaurant that didn't have gray hair. So.many.old people.
We spent plenty of time catching up on reality television with 145 channels to choose from, my favorite of which was watching Steve-O and Mr. Wozniak on Dancing with the Stars. But speaking of dancing with stars, the most spring break action I saw was when Erica drug me to a Ballroom/Latin Dance lesson and the instructor made us trade partners halfway through the lesson. Yes, I got to dance the Tango with every single elderly woman in the room, even the one dressed in the brightly colored tropical muumuu who kept extremely intense eye contact the entire time. It was awesome.
Then there was the time where we needed to take the bus back to airport (to avoid getting charged 4 times as much by the shady cabs). We got on the bus with a 10 dollar bill only to find out the driver couldn't make change for our $2.50 fare. She stared at us implying we needed to get off. We stared at her implying she needed to let us on. She said she needed exact change. We said we didn't have exact change. I turned to the bus in desparation and said, "Anybody got change for a 10?" They stared, too. One guy offered a 5. I took it, saying, "Well, you just made yourself 5 dollars." Lucky dog. But that still didn't give us exact change. By this time I'm pretty sure the driver started on her way. Another woman offered us five ones, and we were finally able to pay, and thankfully had exact change for the transfer, too. So be forewarned: apparently all modes of transportation in Fort Lauderdale end up charging you twice as much as they say they will.
Maybe it happened that way because we paid about half of what we should have paid for first class seats on the trip down. It all evened out, in that case. Speaking of which, we had to sit in economy class on the trip home. Can you believe that? Didn't they know who we were?!
But really, aside from all this nonsense, we had a great time. Good weather, lots of sun, reading, relaxation, time well spent. Thanks, Spring Break '09. You were good to us.
Friday, March 13, 2009
The Films of 2008
As always, this post is dedicated to Neville, who not only bugs me to write such lists, but also really started and in many ways shaped the way I watch movies. While that's true, it should probably be mentioned that he hasn't bugged me for a list this year (that's why it's waited til the middle of March) and he didn't shape the way I watched movies this year (I think he was deservedly quite disappointed in me).
In my opinion, 2008 was a drearily mediocre year for movies. I really didn’t even get out and see that many, and if it weren’t for my top secret connection feeding me his Oscar screeners, I probably would have bowed out from keeping up with “the year’s best” all together. The fact of the matter is, even “the year’s best” would hardly stand up to other years, as they were mostly second-rate and forgettable all told.
And of course, as always, there are a few I’m still waiting to see (but could really live without). I’m about to watch Flight of the Red Balloon this morning, and am interested in seeing Rachel Getting Married which just came out. Synecdoche, NY is next on my queue. I’d like to give Milk its fair chance, am curious to see Waltz with Bashir, and have heard good things about In Bruges.
I must admit, however, that this has also been a year where I’ve turned into a terrible movie-watcher, and this could very likely have greatly affected the way I’ve felt about most of the movies I’ve seen. I’ve fallen asleep more than ever, I’ve taken breaks while watching DVDs, I’ve forced myself to watch when not in the right frame of mind to watch, gone in with bad attitudes and preconceived notions. Take Encounters at the End of the World, for instance. In another year of my life, I could have seen myself loving this slow, introspective, contemplative look at the quirky characters and astounding nature on the continent of Antarctica. But when I watched it by myself the week that Erica was away and I had a 102 fever, I found it painfully boring and self-indulgent.
Despite all this whining, I for some reason continue to feel obligated to produce some sort of “top-10” list as I have in years past. But, due to the limited number of movies seen or enjoyed, I’m limiting it to five this year.
And I’ve judged purely on one feeling. At the end of the year for me, certain movies are mentioned, and they induce this sort of wave of sentimentality. That word sounds a little too surface-level, but what I mean is fondness, the way you feel when the name of an old friend is mentioned, one you loved and enjoyed dearly and would like to see again sometime very soon.
If I were judging on artistic merit, screenplay, or cerebral admiration, this list would look a bit different. But that’s not what this is. The following is my totally subjective Top Five List of Gut-Level-Fondness-and-Affection for the Films of 2008.
#5 – The Dark Knight
I'm putting this on my list purely so people can't say if a movie is popular I don't like it. That's only half true. Of course, Ledger and company produced some of the most memorable moments and images I have ever seen on screen, and that's not at all a superlative statement. I loved that this movie showed the world that story and substance does not need to be sacrificed when making a movie with mass-appeal. And the marketing campaign leading up to this will change the way the industry does things. I'm no expert, but something tells me this is one of the most influential turning points for the world of cinema in recent years, and it's a shame it didn't get a little more recognition come award season.
#4 – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
This was a last minute addition to the list, purely because I couldn't ignore it anymore. A lot of people have a lot of complaints about this movie (or are at least apathetic), and I will readily admit the vast majority of them are warranted. And yet, I really really loved it. See more thoughts here.
#3 – The Visitor
This is the movie I've heard a lot of people at work talking about now that it is out on DVD. This is the one that got away from most of us. Completely enlightening and endearing, a heartfelt story with rich and complex characters, it draws you in and much like the lead character, gets you feeling things again.
My one thought was that the story of a man coming back to his apartment in New York only to find foreign people living there was far-fetched, but after talking with some NYC dwellers, I've come to find out that in some bizarre way it's an almost common occurence. Another complaint many will have is that it gets too political. (In fact, one "Christian" critic who I don't endorse, berated it because it was anti-American, therefore pro-Communist, therefore a movie Christians should not support. I, on the other hand, can't think of a better movie for Christians to see this year.) While it doesn't shy away from the reality of immigration laws, it's just that: reality. (When your attention is so drawn to the Statue of Liberty ironically painted on the wall where people are being detained and deported, I'm guessing it's not a director's agenda, it's really there!) If a viewer is uncomfortable because he thinks the director is pushing a political agenda, it's probably because he is being faced with the uncomfortable and everpresent tension that comes when persons are dealt with through impersonal protocol. That's a good tension to experience that shouldn't be easily dismissed by claiming the director has an agenda.
Besides its love of music which of course I appreciated, I was challenged by the deep compassion and radical hospitality this film portrayed. How many of us Christians who talk about Christ saying "I was a stranger and you invited me in" would respond in the same way this disillusioned professor did? A sobering challenge. Just like that critic I'm worried about, I'm afraid too many Christians would look at this movie and see the issue of immigration, then write it off because of their presumably staunch right-wing stance. And that's exactly the problem. When we look only at the issue, we ignore the human beings, the image bearers of Christ, and in letting our xenophobia take over (however we like to dress it up and excuse it), we forget the xenophilia to which we're called.
#2 – The Wrestler
This one still has me thinking, and I'll probably devote most of my thoughts to a post of its own in the near future. If a movie can make you care about a worn-out wrestler and a middle-aged stripper, you know it's deeply compassionate and empathetic. I can't think of another movie that so powerfully demonstrates human brokenness in a way that makes you feel so deeply with the character. It shows the extreme lengths we go to for the approval of others, often employing a certain identity that suits us well most of the time, but ultimately causes us to be more empty than when we started. While I won't recommend this movie to everyone because of some sexuality that gets pretty graphic at times, I can't stress just how moving an experience this film was for me.
#1 – Man on Wire
I loved it! It got my blood pumping and mouth smiling and gave me a deeper appreciation for life. See my thoughts here.
The Just Barely Bumped Out Award goes to:
Wall-E
Pixar, of course, did it again. This was an admirable feat for the world of animation. Thoughts here.
The Lost Between Years Award goes to:
4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days
Nobody is sure if this film belonged to 2007 or 2008, but I'm afraid it got lost in the shuffle, and it's one powerful film that cannot afford to be there. A few thoughts here.
The Cerebral Admiration Award goes to:
Doubt
I wanted to include this on the list because it was a truly excellent film, but it was left off because I didn't have that unstable feeling of affection towards it. The movie is curious in the phenomenon it very successfully accomplishes, which only serves to prove its point: What really happened? Ask 20 different people after the credits roll and you'll get 20 different answers, even in their perception of what was literally and plainly shown and said on screen. Then of course, one must wrestle with the question, what are the implications of that?
So, there you have it. Now, which ones did I miss?
And what were your favorites? Any old friends you hope to run into again sometime soon?
In my opinion, 2008 was a drearily mediocre year for movies. I really didn’t even get out and see that many, and if it weren’t for my top secret connection feeding me his Oscar screeners, I probably would have bowed out from keeping up with “the year’s best” all together. The fact of the matter is, even “the year’s best” would hardly stand up to other years, as they were mostly second-rate and forgettable all told.
And of course, as always, there are a few I’m still waiting to see (but could really live without). I’m about to watch Flight of the Red Balloon this morning, and am interested in seeing Rachel Getting Married which just came out. Synecdoche, NY is next on my queue. I’d like to give Milk its fair chance, am curious to see Waltz with Bashir, and have heard good things about In Bruges.
I must admit, however, that this has also been a year where I’ve turned into a terrible movie-watcher, and this could very likely have greatly affected the way I’ve felt about most of the movies I’ve seen. I’ve fallen asleep more than ever, I’ve taken breaks while watching DVDs, I’ve forced myself to watch when not in the right frame of mind to watch, gone in with bad attitudes and preconceived notions. Take Encounters at the End of the World, for instance. In another year of my life, I could have seen myself loving this slow, introspective, contemplative look at the quirky characters and astounding nature on the continent of Antarctica. But when I watched it by myself the week that Erica was away and I had a 102 fever, I found it painfully boring and self-indulgent.
Despite all this whining, I for some reason continue to feel obligated to produce some sort of “top-10” list as I have in years past. But, due to the limited number of movies seen or enjoyed, I’m limiting it to five this year.
And I’ve judged purely on one feeling. At the end of the year for me, certain movies are mentioned, and they induce this sort of wave of sentimentality. That word sounds a little too surface-level, but what I mean is fondness, the way you feel when the name of an old friend is mentioned, one you loved and enjoyed dearly and would like to see again sometime very soon.
If I were judging on artistic merit, screenplay, or cerebral admiration, this list would look a bit different. But that’s not what this is. The following is my totally subjective Top Five List of Gut-Level-Fondness-and-Affection for the Films of 2008.
#5 – The Dark Knight
I'm putting this on my list purely so people can't say if a movie is popular I don't like it. That's only half true. Of course, Ledger and company produced some of the most memorable moments and images I have ever seen on screen, and that's not at all a superlative statement. I loved that this movie showed the world that story and substance does not need to be sacrificed when making a movie with mass-appeal. And the marketing campaign leading up to this will change the way the industry does things. I'm no expert, but something tells me this is one of the most influential turning points for the world of cinema in recent years, and it's a shame it didn't get a little more recognition come award season.
#4 – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
This was a last minute addition to the list, purely because I couldn't ignore it anymore. A lot of people have a lot of complaints about this movie (or are at least apathetic), and I will readily admit the vast majority of them are warranted. And yet, I really really loved it. See more thoughts here.
#3 – The Visitor
This is the movie I've heard a lot of people at work talking about now that it is out on DVD. This is the one that got away from most of us. Completely enlightening and endearing, a heartfelt story with rich and complex characters, it draws you in and much like the lead character, gets you feeling things again.
My one thought was that the story of a man coming back to his apartment in New York only to find foreign people living there was far-fetched, but after talking with some NYC dwellers, I've come to find out that in some bizarre way it's an almost common occurence. Another complaint many will have is that it gets too political. (In fact, one "Christian" critic who I don't endorse, berated it because it was anti-American, therefore pro-Communist, therefore a movie Christians should not support. I, on the other hand, can't think of a better movie for Christians to see this year.) While it doesn't shy away from the reality of immigration laws, it's just that: reality. (When your attention is so drawn to the Statue of Liberty ironically painted on the wall where people are being detained and deported, I'm guessing it's not a director's agenda, it's really there!) If a viewer is uncomfortable because he thinks the director is pushing a political agenda, it's probably because he is being faced with the uncomfortable and everpresent tension that comes when persons are dealt with through impersonal protocol. That's a good tension to experience that shouldn't be easily dismissed by claiming the director has an agenda.
Besides its love of music which of course I appreciated, I was challenged by the deep compassion and radical hospitality this film portrayed. How many of us Christians who talk about Christ saying "I was a stranger and you invited me in" would respond in the same way this disillusioned professor did? A sobering challenge. Just like that critic I'm worried about, I'm afraid too many Christians would look at this movie and see the issue of immigration, then write it off because of their presumably staunch right-wing stance. And that's exactly the problem. When we look only at the issue, we ignore the human beings, the image bearers of Christ, and in letting our xenophobia take over (however we like to dress it up and excuse it), we forget the xenophilia to which we're called.
#2 – The Wrestler
This one still has me thinking, and I'll probably devote most of my thoughts to a post of its own in the near future. If a movie can make you care about a worn-out wrestler and a middle-aged stripper, you know it's deeply compassionate and empathetic. I can't think of another movie that so powerfully demonstrates human brokenness in a way that makes you feel so deeply with the character. It shows the extreme lengths we go to for the approval of others, often employing a certain identity that suits us well most of the time, but ultimately causes us to be more empty than when we started. While I won't recommend this movie to everyone because of some sexuality that gets pretty graphic at times, I can't stress just how moving an experience this film was for me.
#1 – Man on Wire
I loved it! It got my blood pumping and mouth smiling and gave me a deeper appreciation for life. See my thoughts here.
The Just Barely Bumped Out Award goes to:
Wall-E
Pixar, of course, did it again. This was an admirable feat for the world of animation. Thoughts here.
The Lost Between Years Award goes to:
4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days
Nobody is sure if this film belonged to 2007 or 2008, but I'm afraid it got lost in the shuffle, and it's one powerful film that cannot afford to be there. A few thoughts here.
The Cerebral Admiration Award goes to:
Doubt
I wanted to include this on the list because it was a truly excellent film, but it was left off because I didn't have that unstable feeling of affection towards it. The movie is curious in the phenomenon it very successfully accomplishes, which only serves to prove its point: What really happened? Ask 20 different people after the credits roll and you'll get 20 different answers, even in their perception of what was literally and plainly shown and said on screen. Then of course, one must wrestle with the question, what are the implications of that?
So, there you have it. Now, which ones did I miss?
And what were your favorites? Any old friends you hope to run into again sometime soon?
Saturday, March 07, 2009
(non)packing habits
most people feverishly pack their bags, make plans, and clean up the house before they leave for a vacation.
i have a way of sitting around, staring at walls, and occupying myself in trivial ways--blogging, for instance--until departure time arrives.
i get the feeling this might drive my wife a little nuts. especially when she gets tired of waiting and ends up packing the suitcase for me.
i have a way of sitting around, staring at walls, and occupying myself in trivial ways--blogging, for instance--until departure time arrives.
i get the feeling this might drive my wife a little nuts. especially when she gets tired of waiting and ends up packing the suitcase for me.
Friday, March 06, 2009
spring breakers
It's still a little bit foreign to me to have a spring break. Most schools in our country have one besides the few days they get surrounding Easter, but here in Pennsylvania, it's pretty much unheard of. It took me a while to find out that was the case. In my first two years of teaching at public school, all my out-of-state friends would ask about my spring break, and I laughed assuming it was some witty joke they were making that wasn't all that funny. Eventually I realized they assumed I had a spring break like the teachers they had when they were in a school that awarded a week off every March.
Now I'm in a private school that knows what's best for its students and teachers. So my week + one extra day started today.
And in a move that seems to be incredibly out of character for the Shorbs (cross reference: last spring break), Erica and I will be migrating south to a timeshare in Fort Lauderdale. Yes, we're pretty excited about this.
I keep referring to it as our third honeymoon, the second honeymoon being last spring break, which, while it was absolutely wonderful and joyous in its absurdity, is a completely laughable notion, an idea that causes Erica to roll her eyes at me.
I just can't wait to mix it up with all the college spring breakers. I am making plans to enter a wet T-shirt contest in order to win a beer bong. It's gonna be amazing.
Totally kidding, mom. So totally kidding.
We're off tomorrow. We'll send you a postcard.
Now I'm in a private school that knows what's best for its students and teachers. So my week + one extra day started today.
And in a move that seems to be incredibly out of character for the Shorbs (cross reference: last spring break), Erica and I will be migrating south to a timeshare in Fort Lauderdale. Yes, we're pretty excited about this.
I keep referring to it as our third honeymoon, the second honeymoon being last spring break, which, while it was absolutely wonderful and joyous in its absurdity, is a completely laughable notion, an idea that causes Erica to roll her eyes at me.
I just can't wait to mix it up with all the college spring breakers. I am making plans to enter a wet T-shirt contest in order to win a beer bong. It's gonna be amazing.
Totally kidding, mom. So totally kidding.
We're off tomorrow. We'll send you a postcard.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Wrestling
I finished watching The Wrestler about 29 hours ago.
It hasn't left the forefront of my mind since.
It's the first movie this year about which I have no complaints. It's the movie that makes me think it might be worth putting together a top 10 list for this mostly mediocre year after all. Maybe that'll come soon...along with a few more articulate thoughts on this amazing piece of art.
It hasn't left the forefront of my mind since.
It's the first movie this year about which I have no complaints. It's the movie that makes me think it might be worth putting together a top 10 list for this mostly mediocre year after all. Maybe that'll come soon...along with a few more articulate thoughts on this amazing piece of art.
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