Monday, November 03, 2008

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Monday, May 05, 2008

Live News Blooper - R Rated!

I feel like buying this guy a drink.

Friday, April 25, 2008

I Want To Be A Tramp

I've been tossing the notion of if I could actually be a supertramp around. Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves - anyone who knows me knows that I'm the king of car camping, not to mention the $50-100 I spend on food, accessories etc. I'm not, unfortunately, the most resourceful guy around and I tend to settle nicely into comfort zones of instant food, hot showers and couches in front of televisions but I would like to quietly believe that I do possess at least a trace of the gene that enables one to live off the land - off the grid.

Let's get one thing straight, I will NEVER burn my money. I'm not one for blind fanatical actions in the name of.....whatever, I just want to find out if I can walk away from everything that defines the parameters of my comfortable life and become a supertramp. After I microwave a pizza and watch the Suns game on my couch, I'll consider it more.

Just a quick note - IFC.com is running the 50 best comedy sketches of all time....a definite must see.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

I went to college with these guys.

Ladies and gentlemen, Jason and Nathan doing there thing. Nate's got moves!!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Plane English

Eye have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss Steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
Eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

-Sauce unknown

I'm becoming a huge fan of my student Morgan's notepad. She has some physical issues that we're working whole-heartedly on, but she has an aura about her that makes you believe she's destined for something great. Sure, sounds a bit crazy just from a couple of poems she's jotted down to remember, but spend five minutes with her, and you'll know what I mean. I see her on Thursdays, so check back at the end of next week.....I've assigned her to find and bring another piece of literature for my amusement.

Friday, April 04, 2008

An Autobiography
Allegedly By: Morgan

I.
I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost....I am helpless
It isn't my fault
It takes me forever to find a way out

II.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don't see it
I fall in again
I can't believe I am in the same place
But it isn't my fault
It still takes a long time to get out

III.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it is there
I still fall in.....it's a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get out immediately

IV.
I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it

V.
I walk down another street

At first I thought this was thought up and written by one of the students I work with (who is 9 years old) but it turns out to be from Portia Nelson. I was so impressed by this student that I couldn't wait to post this, but even after finding out that she just copied it out onto a notepad, I still think it's a cool poem and worth posting anyhow.

Monday, March 03, 2008

Monday, February 18, 2008

the piano

Kinof sad, but quite moving. Everyone around me plays or tries to play the guitar - as wonderful the guitar is and sounds, nothing matches the beauty and emotion of the piano.