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Heading south now in the already too-hot late morning of a day that will only get hotter as I hum along down the road to Frenario and beyond. What’ve I got to lose? When you’ve got nothing . . .? Still no weed, radio, or penile implants, but, oh well, keep a-movin, Dan. The penile…
Las Vegas — do I expect to see Sinatra’s Rat Pack, or maybe Elvis himself? Why not? When I’d not found Kerouac at Big Sur? The best Elvis songs from an English teacher’s perspective? “You’re Right, I’m Left, She’s Gone” and “I Forgot to Remember to Forget”. As an English teacher, what do I like…
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Unfortunately, the new Bamboo Ridge Press site is not yet ready for unveiling, but Jim Harstad’s next chapter is. So here we go : ) ON HE RODE — Chapter Twenty-Five “I didn’t think you looked too good when you left the house this morning,” Carrie opined over dinner. “Didn’t sleep much,” I offered. “Worked…
We are still on hold until the new BRP site comes up, but that has not stopped original BRP supporter and retired University Laboratory School English teacher guru Jim Harstad from keeping his Memoir going : ) If all matter here on Earth is made up of atoms with a nucleus surrounded by spinning satellites…
I White-Ox toast a second glass of beaujolais across the room toward a table already lost in conversation and imbibe faster than I probably should. Outside, the sun blasts, its harsh effects alcohol-magnified impressionistically to a bright agrarian netherworld. Lethe and Nepenthe. My watch cap protects my naked pate as I fumble with the Key…
Liquidity. English teachers are not good sources of information about this term. What they (we) don’t know can’t hurt them (us), but I’d guess that if they knew much about liquidity they wouldn’t be English teachers. But here we go. Liquidity is money. When you get more, you liquidify . When you get less, you…
“Ubiquity,” on the other hand, has no definable history with me. I don’t know where I learned it or where I’d ever use it. Omnipresence, I guess. Everywhere at once. God-like. Ubiquitous. In the presumed natural order of things, all things are perpetually connected into one universal entity of which everything is a contributing part….
I get dis nice blue tee-shirt says PAU? in w’ite lettahs on da front. Da back says NOT PAU YET! in w’ite lettahs. I get da tee-shirt from Mr. Lum. W’enevah I wear’em, I stay LUMped inside some cotton-kine LUMbo, Not he’a, not de’a. Not yet.
“Propinquity” is a word I learned in a junior college sociology class. It means something like proximity or physical closeness. Sociologists say that propinquity is the strongest factor determining human pairings. If my ex and I had not gone to the same high school, we would be unlikely lovers, spouses, parents, and exes. Propinquity could…