April 10, 2009

A bit of premature ejaculation, but I’m giving tumblr a try. I just don’t feel the urge to full out blog anymore, but I’m not quite ready for the “simplicity” of twitter.


Teacher Profile

April 1, 2009

I present to you a story. Not to judge, but just to read.

So I’m helping another teacher than usual for this week. His name is Mr. Pierce. He attended UCR back in the day, but his story starts in high school.  He was one of those that were smart but preferred to just scrape by. He would ace a test so that he could slack off til final time and settled for C’s. He figured out his parents would be happy as long as it appeared he was trying. He used to think he was slick. When graduation came along, he did not plan to move on to college. His dad confronted him telling him to either find a job or join the army. He did not want to do either. He noticed all his friends were going to college. He asked himself how hard could it be, right? He went over and talked to the chancellor of the school. He explained his reasons, dreams, and such. He tried to explain that he was smart although his transcript did not represent this. Back in the day the chancellor was allowed to admit four students without reason, and the rest is history (HAHA CLICHE WHATEVZ)… after many many interviews and stuff like that.

Then he told me about this creative writing course (back in the day they didn’t have a creative writing major)= (I just closed the parenthesis with a smiley) he took. On the first day of class they were presented with an assignment. If they received an A on this first assignment, they would not have to attend class again. He figured why not try. Being a black man during a time when they were expressing their pride and beauty, he decided to write his paper on their hair and hair picks. Writing papers the night before they are due, usually results in errors and dumb typos.

solely…. souly

The professor called his name among a few others and congratulated them. He told Pierce he was a genius and was curious as to how he came up with it.

Which reminds me of when I wrote an essay regarding humor and jokes. I used a joke about a lady who had orgasms constantly. I used the word “climax” to refer to the punchline in the joke. My teacher wrote, “pun?”

Twitter x Facebook

March 15, 2009

In Twitter, you follow the people you are interested about, people that actually are interesting, people that are interested in being interesting.

On Facebook, you X the people you really just can’t stand anymore.

I’ve been really digging this hipster electronic shit lately. Have you?


March 2, 2009



Happy Birthday

March 1, 2009


I Hate Essays

January 21, 2009


January 6, 2009

The Dead End of Western Civilization



December 31, 2008

I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, laugh, and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead—it’s said like bed, not bead,
For goodness’ sake, don’t call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s dose and rose and lose—
Just look them up—and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go and thwart and cart—
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start!
A dreadful language? Why, man alive!
I’d mastered it when I was five!

– Anonymous


December 29, 2008

adj. using pretentious words

Still In SF

December 26, 2008

Gough Street

In San Francisco, driving through
I came upon a street named Gough;
Allergic to a name like Gough,
I there began to sneeze and cough;
I parked my car beneath a bough
That overhung the street sigh “Gough,”
And rested there awhile, although
I did not like the street named Gough.
No, I did not like the street named Gough
About which this is quite enough.
-Minnie Elmer