i fell asleep under the sun next to lake merritt with a hat covering my face.
May 2011
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April 2011
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i like random coincidences like the fact i’m in oakland and going to international freakout a go go.
northern cal is effin cold.
we were on this train
and it passed by some trees
you know..
those trees like on a tree farm
planted in neat rows
a bunch of em
spaced evenly
not sure what kind of trees they were
but they had
a lot of
branches and leaves
and
tall
skinny
trunks
(like)
(elves)
and as we looked
the trunks seemed bare
the trees seemed very lonely
their lack of underbrush friends
like trees in a jungle
growing wild
and………………………………..free
and..wherever………….they
wanted
whether it be…………….far……………….apart
orrightnexttoeachether
or even INTERTtWoIgNeEtDher
and those first trees
those first trees were
different than those other trees we passed by
the second ones
with a lot of branches
with a dense canopy of leaves
and a short
squat trunk
(like dwarves)
and we think it’s because their
heads were closer
or their bodies seemed closer
together
and you know…
something about being close together
(or close to you)
…
(or dwarves too)
something bout that
makes me smile
i reinstalled wow and signed up for the trial for cataclysm.
James Yi is the kind of teacher we all say we want. But with only five years’ experience, he and others like him are on the line for layoff because California’s lawmakers can’t manage to pass a budget. From Steve Lopez’s latest column:
On Monday morning at 7 — they start early at MCHS — Yi led 32 students in a discussion of the Vietnam and Korean wars and the Middle East during the Cold War. At 34, in faded blue jeans and sneakers, he looked barely out of high school himself, yet the class was attentive and in his command.
During a discussion of the Vietnam War, Yi noted that the North Vietnamese dug tunnels deep in the earth to survive bombing raids. He explained how the hatches to those tunnels were the size of two tiles on the classroom floor. Every kid in the room looked down to imagine that.
After a student tripped over a few words during her presentation on the Korean War, Yi discreetly sidled up to her and whispered that she was probably the only one in the room who thought she looked nervous. Yi later told me the only teachers he remembers from his youth were those who made an effort to get to know him
i bought my ticket to canada.
my brothers and i made dinner and mojitos for my moms birthday dinner.
my goddaughter and i got 57 eggs in the easter egg hunt.
we went to chuck e cheese to celebrate my cousin’s second birthday and later me, my brothers, my mom, and my dad all took a shot of captain morgan to celebrate my brother’s new car (because we didn’t have champagne).
‘wanna move to music with notes with me?’
it was pretty rad helping my mom and dad look and buy clothes for her birthday.
if you combine the spanish words ‘amor’ (love) and ‘hora’ (hour), you kinda get ‘ahora’ (now)
but the ellipses.
the three dots like my held breath.
they betray my hope.
and so we watched him.
…light escaping from black holes…
that’ll happen sooner…
‘it’s impossible
or….highly improbable…’
‘no it’s not….watch me…’
i was in the shower and i had something to say, but because my mind is always so wacked, i forgot.