Month: October 2009

  • a insomnia 1 The Daily News

    1   Insomnia.

    2   Always tends to rear its wonderful head at odd hours.

    3   Last night I drifted through a rather mild session, all things considered.

    4   See, I drifted off early, like around 8:30 and then awoke at midnight, one of the mildest sessions. Normally it's like 2:30 a.m. or 3 a.m. and often never having written the DN.

    5  So it was cool. I knew I had already banked at least three hours of sleep, so my rule-of-thumb is if I get five hours, I'm fine for the day.

    6  It's just getting BACK to sleep can be challenging. Usually I'll either watch an old movie, or jump on something inane like Facebook, and goof on stuff. It always helps when I have not written the DN, because I'm not spending a lot of time hearing about people clipping their nails or baking cookies, all nice things.

    Moving on: I wanted like heck to avoid that story about the little six-year old kid whose parents claimed was whisked away in a homemade balloon, causing neighbors, police, fire fighters, mayors, fancy dancers, and other folks a lot of alarm. When I first heard the story and heard the parents' yelps, and the fact that his name was "Falcon", I instantly sniffed a hoax, which I tend to be pretty good at.

    8  Well, after a fashion, the newspeople found him safely hiding in his attic behind some boxes. When questioned by authorities, he told them that he was hiding there because his dad told him it was for a show.

    9   Now I don't know about you...

    10  And THEN I found that the family had been on this show called Wife Swap.. I had watched a few episodes in the summer. Families trade moms, resulting in absolute brutality. Best show ever.

    11  AnywayZ, it took authorities two more days to figure out what I had already figured out in about one sentence.

    12  The couple is now facing charges.

    13  The reason I wanted to avoid that story is because it was truly a non-story.

    14   I'm still trying to avoid it, but it won't go away. I guess it's an autumnal thing.

    15   Yeesh.

    16   Leaves fall. I clean them up. More fall. I try to avoid it, but it seems to continue. No avoiding some things I imagine.

    17  So I decided to put that in the DN just to let people know that I know of the story and see it as a non-story. But what with the insomnia and all...

    18  I've bounced from writing the DN to Facebook, which also won't go away, but which has people I know and love appearing and disappearing, talking and ignoring, boring and entertaining, but all alive and well, which makes me keep coming back, 'cuz they're all people with whom I share history.  

    19  I tend to watch from a distance, usually smiling, but occasionally concerned for all of the heartaches that often occur in real life. It's an interesting thing to study, all told, and sometimes heartbreaking.

    20  Because the deal is, in our daily lives we strive to maintain a happy dispostion and laugh a lot. But when we involve ourselves in the lives of most people we've run across, it won't always be so sunny and nice all the time. And when it isn't, I feel so powerless, aside from saying something inane like, "Awww...what happened?"

    21  I'm always pretty bottom line, which is this: we're all still surviving, and for that, I pray to the Creator of the Universe, and give thanks every single night, and that's the honest truth.

    22  The further along I get in this life, the more I appreciate everyone I've ever known and loved.

    23   Well.

    24   I imagine I've burned up a pretty good hour here, so I think I'll say so long for today. If you're going through a time, feel free to throw me an e-mail or some sorta earthly shout.

    25   Stand tall, and rock steady.

    26   I'm here. Know that.

    27   Weather report: chance of some drizzles. That just came on the radio. KGO.

    28   Oh, I imagine.

    29   Stay strong, and face the day with lots of hope.

    30   Oh. And it's Monday. Fly low.

    30   Peace.

    ~H~

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  • a raven 1 film

     LOOK at that cast! Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, and Boris Karloff.

    Not to mention Jack Nicholson. Never seen it.

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    1   Poe time. Always a part of the Heidi unit.

    2   Teaching Poe is fun, because the guy had SO many issues.

    3   He'd be a two-bit emo guy on Facebook nowadays, but that's another story.

    4   But I always love getting into the Poe thing, mainly because I LOVE Annabel Lee, and I think The Raven is brilliant. I named my guitar Annabel and even wrote a song that has a character who is a cross between Annabel Lee and Sweet Anne Marie, a character in the Grateful Dead's Friend of the Devil, lyrics by Robert Hunter, who is every bit as good a poet as Poe.

    5  The deal with me and Poe is that his stuff is so self-absorbed, constantly losing himself in his own egomaniacal ravings to the point of corniness. I'm guessing he didn't have a lot of friends. And he uses words like "dissimulation" to keep the average schlep off guard.

    6   And really, how are you going to make an entire movie about The Raven?

    7   The Raven is brilliant, undoubtedly. But I'm wondering where and how Vincent Price, Peter Lorre, Boris Karloff, AND Jack Nicholson fit in? Are they on the Plutonian shore? Is Nicholson's head the bust of Pallas Athena?

    8   So it's always a fun thing. I have to teach Poe, naturally, so that my students will understand The Simpsons. That's a part of my teaching strategy these days. Teach any piece of literature that is mentioned on The Simpsons or Family Guy, and you've probably done your job.

    9   Yet students enjoy Poe. And the ones who get into it the most are the ones who don't get all A's and B's. It's something that a lazy guy can jump in on and contribute in class discussions.

    10  I've told this tale but it bears repeating: a few years ago I started "popcorning" with my students, that is, asking questions and having THEM raise hands and teach each other. It starts off slowly with a simple question: "Whatdya know about Edgar Poe?" and then I start pointing.

    11  Since every teacher they ever had taught Poe, they usually start answering rather quickly. This always gives me energy, allowing me to circulate, laugh, give quick one-liners, and enjoy NOT teaching, but side-coaching.

    12  It's called "popcorning" because it starts slowly, and then it goes madly out of control each time, which is a great way to teach, with the lesson moving into a frenzy.

    13  And when the students get excited, I light it up.

    14  Anyway, I remember distinctly beginning with "Whatdya know about Edgar Poe?" and hands popping up all over the place. The answers got me wound up:

    15  One kid who never talked perked up during one such session, and his eyes grew brilliant. He raised his hand each time, but I wanted to time it so that HIS answer would give me an opportunity to say, "YES!" Sometimes that's all it takes with some kids.

    16  So I walked all over the room pointing at kids and repeating, "Whatdya know about Edgar Poe?" and the answers came fast and furious:

      "He died!"

      "He married his cousin!"

       "She was fourteen!"

       "His parents left him"

    ...and on and on. I would intersperse with, "Yes!" "Correct!" "She was thirteen!" and I'd keep pointing and prodding.

    17  On that particular day, I asked, "What did he write?"

      "The Cast of Armonchillado!"

       "That's "Cask of Amontillado."  I corrected.

       "Oh yeah."

       "Annabel Lee!"

       "I LOVE Annabel Lee! What else did he write?" I said.

    18  I looked to the corner and spotted my mark. I set it up perfectly for the kid.

    19  "What else did he write?" Major clue for "The Raven".

    20  I was setting the kid up for the answer, "Nevermore!" I went to the others.

    21  "And what does the Raven do?"

      "It raps and taps at the door!"

      "It flies in and sits on some head, or a statue, something!"

       "It sits on a bust of Pallas Athena," I said. "And whom is the Raven mourning?"

       "Lenore!" came the answer!

       "Yes!" I retorted. Good!"

    22  The time was right, the set-up perfect. I threw my question and then pointed at the kid. "And what does the Raven repeatedly say? YOU!" I pointed at the kid. His reply:

    "CAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

    23 

    24  Ya gotta love it.

    25   Yesterday I had a similar experience. I got the thing going, and the answers flew to me at high speed, as always. I got to the topic of Poe's wife, Virginia Clemm, trying to set up how he changed a rather ugly name into the very lyrical Annabel Lee. I always ask, "Why didn't he simply name the poem 'Virginia Clemm?' ", resulting in the simple answer that Annabel Lee is much more luminous, lovely, and lyrical.

    26  That set-up stopped short yesterday when I said, "And what was the name of Poes' wife?"

    27   I pointed to a wiseguy.

    28   "Mrs. Poe!!!" he shouted, all ears and braces. The room broke into smiles and laughter, again, all ears and braces. I shook my head.

    29  Moving on: of war stories, I'm rarely at a loss.

    30  I think I'll leave you with that. I got to sleep early last night, and thinking it was Saturday, didn't write the DN until I awoke at 3 a.m. and realized that I still had to go in one more day. I think I mentioned my confusing Wednesdays and Thursdays in yesterday's DN, which had a lovely picture of Cyndi Lauper removed when it hit Facebook.

    31  I just had to throw that in.

    32  Aight then, that's the news. Have a wonderful day, and an even more wonderful weekend. Hope you do everything you want to do, and hope you see everyone you want to see.

    33  Peaceout.

    ~H~

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    The second hand unwinds...if you're lost and you look
    , you will find me...time after....my first thoughts strangely went out to Cyndi...are we not all in love with Cyndi Lauper?

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    1  Love you girl. The loss of El Capitan must have brought a tear. And perhaps more than any of us could comprehend.  We salute you, we salute Time After Time, and most of all, we salute your Dad in Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.

    2  We sometimes must confront our own mortality, so when Captain Lou walks into a bar, we all give pause. Somewhat.

     
    3  Cyndi, we understand. You understood all of us, and now we know all about O, Captain.
     
    4   A part of all of us went with Captain Lou yesterday.
     
    5   The second hand relentlessly it seems, unwinds.
     
    6    So...Captain Lou Albano walks into a bar...
     
    7    Go get the original Time After Time MTV video, and then blast it. Cyndi hurts, as do many of us, because another gentle poem has removed itself from our frabjous lives.
     
    8   Moving on: Ah, necrology!
     
    9   So...Blue Cheer's Dickie Peterson walks into the selfsame bar, looking for a place to plug in his amp.
     
    10  Right on his tail is Al Martino, the crooner who found his niche as Johnny Fontane in The Godfather.
     
    11  Hmm. Come to think of it, you put Cyndi, Lou, and Dickie in heaven, and you get the likes of Lennon, Morrison, Jackson, and tons of others enjoying a loud and partying concert.
     
    12  The mind reels. Smiles ensue. Classic defense mechanisms, but true.
     
    13   If music be the food of love, play on. So sayeth my boy Shakespeare.
     
    14   Play on, Captain Lou. Play on, Blue Cheer. Play on, Mr. Martino. The world needs art, love, music, and poetry. You all brought that to all of us.
     
    15   You're all lovely.
     
    16   Moving on, Part the Second: Yeesh.
     
    17   I have this thing that every once in a while I have no idea which day of the week it is.
     
    18   Yesterday I did lights for our amazing Wind Ensemble, who toe it up once more. The music was simply exquisite, with pieces from Mozart to Copland, and many more in between.
     
    19  The music danced and bounced everywhere, drawing me into a dream world of English gardens, wide water, and always, looking forward to still more amazing times with friends, family, and acquaintences.
     
    20  The music danced, moved, stopped, started, became humorous, and then drew mental images of meadows, trees, rippling water, and loves of our lives.
     
    21   All that in one night.
     
    22   I'm still reeling from all of it, and life continues to dance, to poke, to tease, to go dark, to follow the flame, and to light the heart to places we never thought possible.
     
    23  God bless you, Cyndi, and God bless everyone, even atheists.
     
    24   lol.
     
    25   That was a fookin' disclaimer.
     
    26    Love you all.
     
    27    Miss you all beyond words.
     
    28    Peace.
     
    ~H~


     

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    1   Ever notice how life sends you cool messages all the time?

    2   Yesterday was one such day.

    3   First, the windnrain threw all sorts of natural debris all over my front yard and driveway. When I went out into the wetnwind first thing in the morning, it was a military drill to tiptoe past the wet twigs, soggy thorns, massive branches, and drenched leaves to get the Merc News.

    4   Anything that could turn an ankle or help hurt my foot sat waiting, and each one struck like a bad version of a video game about rain debris.

    5   I managed to step on every single thing, and then did that tiptoe jog back into the house in order to minimize the damage on the trip back inside.

    6   It poured the entire time, and my foot hit three lakes before I got back in.

    7   Ah, the poetry of rain.

    8    All in all, it felt wonderful.

    9    I had spent the previous night trying to finish grading something like fifteen reams of papers, literally, and to  put them into a gradebook.

    10  Naturally I failed miserably, which didn't bother me too much. I had worked three straight weeks from dawn to dusk meticulously commenting on billions of "alots", "everydays", the "theres", and multitudinous other offings from the frabjous minds of otherwise brilliant teenagers. I was down to grunt work, which is transferring all of that tomfoolery into a gradebook and turning it into points, and eventually, grades.

    11  On that one I felt a bit like Clooney in The Perfect Storm, the scene where the boat can't quite get up that 40-foot swell.

    12   I decided to simply count all the points and give a scale, all of which could be knocked off on a rainy day, if I had a coupla movies goin' on.

    13   The stenographical stuff could go in later.

    14   After having worked so diligently for three weeks, I knew I had it licked, because I studied each student's work deeply enough that I thought I had taken teaching to a new art form. The actually counting and calculating of points was practically moot.

    15  Well, it worked. Once I knew I had it licked, I brought in the Merc, had a cuppa coffee, and relaxed.

    16   What's funny is that everything stopped for a moment.

    17   The rain pelted down on my roof, and I hopped on Facebook just to see how old friends were doing.

    18   The sky turned beautiful from the rain, and the sound of the raindrops gave me a moment of reflection.

    19   Everything stopped at that moment.

    20   I sighed.

    21   I realized that I missed everybody.

    22   When I get deep into perfecting the art of teaching, I sometimes go so deep that I forget to keep in touch with everyone.

    23   It seemed a lonely moment, staring at the computer screen, sighing about almost everything.

    24   I guess we've all been there. I wanted to talk to all sorts of people, but still had a tonna work left to be done. It bothered me, because people we love are much more important than all the stuff we do that we think is important.

    25   Cliche' as it may sound, John Lennon's classic line in Beautiful Boy rings true sometimes: Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.

    26   Anyway, I hauled all those papers down to the school, got to the Cathedral (my nickname for my awesome classroom), put on the heater, and took my Twilight Zone DVD's out. The rain looked wonderful out my large window.

    27   Plus the room was uncharacteristically dark due to the weather, giving the classroom a perfect atmosphere for a movie. I have a small lamp on my desk, the only light in the room, and soon, the music from the Twilight Zone came through my system, and the DVD went to a Twilight Zone menu, a perfect setting for wet students coming in from the rain.

    28  It all worked. Two shorts, The After Hours, the one about the woman who keeps landing on the mysterious ninth floor of a department store, complete with mannequins that haunt her, and The Dummy, in which a ventriloquist knows his dummy is more than knotty pine, played in perfect order for the students.

    29  They came in with a perfect pre-set, large screen, Twilight Zone music, warm room, and dark with touches of light. Absolutely perfect for a rainy day.

    30   It all worked. Kids clung to one another in absolute fear, even though it was an old black-and-white television show. The plot of The After Hours was brilliant: a woman looking to buy a gold thimble for her mother's birthday enters a department store and is taken to the ninth floor, where all the display cases are empty.

    31   There is only one mysterious sales clerk on the floor, and only one item in one display case on the entire floor.

    32   A gold thimble.

    33   And when she finds there is a scratch on it and tries to return it, the manager informs her that she must return it in the department from which she bought it.

    34   ...which is on the ninth floor.

    35   There's only one catch:

    36   There IS no ninth floor.

    37    Mannequins talk without moving, and the woman is haunted by voices.

    38    The students held on to one another for dear life.

    39    Teaching as art.

    40     Meanwhile  I dove in and finished up all the grading, all the while enjoying the Twilight Zone, and the students' comments and laughter.

    41    At the end of the day it became a race to get the grades in by four. My room became a frenzied sea of papers and staples, rubber bands, crumpled papers, and erasers. At exactly four o' clock, I finished posting my last class's grades, and put on my iPod. A toy piano version of Here Comes the Sun came on, working perfectly with the rain.

    42   I meticulously cleaned my room so that it was neat and organized for today.

    43   As I was about to leave, something popped to the ground.

    44    It was a small piece of a chair, or of a table or something, shaped like a hat, a minuscule derby.

    45    At first I tried to figure out where it came from. I felt under the arms of my chair, and looked everywhere. I KNEW it was somehow important, and that I should put it somewhere I wouldn't lose it. I held it, thought about it, and spent time wondering where to put it, instead of just chucking it into the waste basket and calling it a day.

    46   I wound up putting it in a miscellaneous area of my desk, which we all have. It is there with a couple of other small screws, strange-shaped pieces of metal, and plastic things that are irrelevant. It is there in the event I need to call for an old hat.

    47   And then I remembered that three weeks ago I had just finished writing a song called Old Hat.  And I realized that I could put everything behind, and begin writing songs, singing, and getting back in touch with everyone.

    48   When I left for the day, I took one last look at my clean and organized room, and smiled.

    49   I headed home in the gentle rain, knowing that I had caught life, at least for one day.

    50   Live life.

    51   Love life. Tell someone you love that you love them today.

    52   The other plans can wait.

    52   Peace.












     




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    a talky tina 1 talky tina

     

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    1  I had forgotten how absolutely grueling it is when grades come due.

    2  I gave tons of assignments this first six weeks and spent the past three weeks paying for it.

    3  And as I would correct, I'd give another batch. I read the papers pretty carefully, so I bring it all on myself. I actually read what the students write, AND I respond with comments. But yeesh. I finished every single class two days ago, but I'm hustling to put all the last papers into the gradebook, and of course, I keep finding papers with no name, writing that is around an eightieth of an inch high, and small stacks of papers I was going to get to.

    4  So here it is almost 2 a.m. and I'm on the red-eye for the third straight night. Fortunately, I have some super-bright classes and could probably do a simple riffle through the papers and figure out the ones that aren't good, and then grade them!

    5  Anyway, they're filled with comments from me, and little tidbits on how to improve in their writing and reading.

    6  We are headed for Poe this week, which is the official beginning of the Heidi unit, always a fun time.

    7   Already had one strange thing happen. I showed a grand old Twilight Zone short called Living Doll on Friday. It's a classic, the one where Telly Savalez plays a mean stepfather whose stepdaughter has just gotten a new "friend", a little doll that moves and talks.

    8   Her name is Talky Tina, but every time the little girl and her mother are out of the room, she keeps turning her head and then talking to him.

    9   She begins each sentence with, "Hi, my name is Talky Tina, and I don't think I like you..."

    10  I turned the air-conditioning to around 50 so the room would get cold. The kids loved it.

    11  I went on to tell them that writers from that show have appeared in literature books for years, and but couldn't remember any of the authors' names.

    12  Later on yesterday Jenny texted me, telling me that one of the stories we read a few years back, Button, Button is being made into a movie. Ironically, Richard Matheson, the author of that story, was a writer for Twilight Zone as well.

    13  The second I got the message I remembered his name. He also wrote the screenplay to the very strange film What Dreams May Come, a story about the afterlife, starring Robin Williams. You may have seen it.

    14  So I'm going to show a couple more episodes today so I can spend a little more time at my desk finishing up this mad paper chase that has prevented me from seeing anybody for the past three weeks.

    15   And to Jenny, I got your message but I was driving, and in a real hurry to get home and finish all of this stuff up, but I'm way interested in hearing about that film.

    16   I'll keep this DN short, since it's so darned late. I have calculaters, pencils, staples, and all sorts of grading things spread all over the room, so I have to get up really early to organize. It's crunch time at school, sorta like a mid-term, or a huge project.

    17  So sweet dreams. Meanwhile, October is in full swing. Don't let that picture of Talky Tina bother you. She claims to love everybody, if you are nice to her...

    18   Look into your own mind.

    19   Peace.

    a twilight zone 2 optical

    ~H~

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  •  Support Gay Rights. Obama  Opening Doors!!!

    a obama 1 don't ask don't tell repeal
    President Barack Obama at the
    Human Rights Campaign dinner Saturday
    in Washington DC.

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    1  Our President is the first that I've ever seen who has pronounced full advocacy for civil rights for gays and lesbians. Hit me with a "yee-uh Obama!" How ridiculous is it that we fight for the rights of every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the planet, but for some reason, gays and lesbians are still not considered "civil" when it comes to rights?

    2  Pure boushit, always has been, always will be. America. Land of the Free.

    3  It is now up to the people with knowledge (Shall we adopt a handle? How does PWK sound? Whatevuh; I'll come up with something more clever when I find time.) to hold the suckuh to it.

    4   It is time that he step up and allow gay folks to serve openly in the military, and as our Commander-in-Chief, instantly to move fast on allowing gays to marry.

    5   Okay, so I've alienated people. I don't care. I've worked closely with many gay people, students, staff, and teachers over the years, and one thing is crystal clear: NOBODY should be denied any basic human rights in a country that purports to be free.

    6  Freedom is for all the people, pure and simple. You don't like it, move somewhere  else, where they adore bigotry and nonsense. I'll stay in America, where freedom rules. Take your own insecurities somewhere where you'll be a champ.

    7  If you are a person who wishes to join the military, and you are gay, do what your concscience wishes. Join, fight, be strong in your beliefs. And remain proud of everything you are.

    8  If you are gay, and in love, then love that person and stay true. Ignore the boushit that seems to surround you and KNOW that you have TONS of support. Hey, it's tough enough just to keep a relationship going. The time to battle bigotry and nonsense should by 2009 be long gone. Live life, love life.

    9  Vote out bigots and people who have no concept of freedom in the America they purport to love.

    10  And hold Obama to his word. If he backs off, he is not true to his Nobel Prize, and a sham. Hold him to it.  Hopefully he will be a President of vision and logic.

    11  I won't argue with the "opposition" because I don't think civil rights is a moral issue. It is a right that all of us have. So go dig a hole and take your morality with you.To me, there is no argument at this point in history. Take your dated and antiquated boushit to someone who cares. You'll probably find you are finding fewer and fewer yes-men, or women. Sensible people leave others alone, and let them live and love life as they wish.

    12  It's 2009 people. Time the intelligent stepped up, and it is time the ignorant stand tall, identified as the fools they is.

    13  Your rhetoric no longer works. Shallow, drastic, and homophobic. Time to realize that people fall in love. They fall in love with other people. It's a natural cycle. Often, they have little to say about their own emotions, or sexuality.

    14   Very often people fall in love and wish to marry.

    15   Any people who wish to do so should have that right.

    16   I'll stop now.

    17   Hope I opened some eyes, and I hope every rational thinking person steps up to support gays openly existing in the military, and please allow people who have fallen in love the right to marry and to be happy.

    18   If I lost some of you, it's all of our gain. Stay ignorant. We still love you.

    19   But open your own eyes to what is fair for human beings.

    20   Let's go forward with potentially the most progressive President in the good part of a lifetime.

    21   Hug someone you love today. There are many, aren't there? = )  <----goofy sideways happy dude.

    22   Live life, love life, leave others at peace to do the same.

    23   Peace.

    ~H~

     

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    HOW TO HELP LINKS 

    ...from the Merc News

    Relief supplies for American Samoa may be
    dropped off at Crossroad Calvary Chapel, 990
    S. Capitol Ave., San Jose

    To help victims of the Indonesian earthquakes, visit
    www.givelight.org

    Contributions to the Disaster Relier Fund of the
    American Red Cross may be made by calling
    800.733.2767, through its Web site at
    www.siliconvalley-redcross.org or by sending
    checks to American Red Cross,
    P.O. Box 37243, Washington DC 20013

    RED CROSS UPDATES

    Go to this link for current updates and information:

    http://newsroom.redcross.org/category/pacific-islands-tsunami-2009/

    Please help. I'll post this again.

    ~H~



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    a star wars 2 NASA LCROSS rendering

    If you believe they put a Man on the Moon...

     

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    Ah, the Weekend is here!

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    1  What to do, what to do.

    2   If you're a sports fan, there's always something. You can watch the World Series, enjoy the beginning of the Sharks season, watch any of our illustrious teams, or you might wish to hit the Ren Faire, San Carlos Art and Wine Festival, or if you're local, I'll give yee a glimmer of what's in town.

    3   First off, I don't throw a huge picture of Darth Vader at the top of the DN unless there's something signif about it.

    4   This Sunday, Star Wars in Concert flies into the HP Pavilion at 2 p.m. and 7 p.m. to the tune of $24.50-$75. Here's the Merc News Eye article with the concert trailer:

    http://www.mercurynews.com/search/ci_13497738?IADID=Search-www.mercurynews.com-www.mercurynews.com

    5   The concert has music re-arranged by composer John Williams, with narration by the immortal Anthony Daniels, who played C-3PO in all six films. Thrown into the mix is a symphony orchestra and a choir, all playing beneath a 3-storey 100 foot wide LCD screen. Tix: ticketmaster.com or call 408.287.9200.

    6   Ballet San Jose brings Arthur Saint-Le'on's Coppe'lia to a close this weekend, tonight and Saturday night at 8 p.m. and Sunday at 1:30 p.m. Music by Symphony Silicon Valley. There will be a children's matinee Saturday at 1:30 p.m. Tickets range from $35-$85 for the regular shows, and $16-$47 for the children's matinee on Saturday. San Jose Center for the Performing Arts. www.balletsj.org

    7   The Rennaisance Faire continues each weekend until October 18, from 10 a.m.-6 p.m. at Casa De Fruta, Pacheco Pass, Highway 52 in Hollister. www.norcalrenfaire.com.

    8   Tutankhamun and the Golden Age of the Pharohs continues Through November 25 at the de Young Museum in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. If you have a Border's card, kids are half price. www.deyoungmuseum.org/tut.

    9   San Carlos has it's 19th Art & Wine Faire Saturday and Sunday, 10 a.m.-5:30 p.m.

    10  NASA will crash LCROSS into the moon LIVE at Moffett Field this morning! Beginning at 3:15 a.m. you could go to Moffett Field and watch us shoot a bomb at the moon, to see if we can strike water! Ya gotta luv it! Bundle up and head on down 101 and take the Moffett Field/NASA Parkway, then follow the crowds. The climax of this entire amazing event happens an hour later, at 4:15. If you're an insomniac, it's a perfect thing to do on a Friday morning.

    11   And finally, our own Evergreen Valley Marching band, under the astute leadership of maestro Steve Barnhill, will bring their field show Mozart in Motion to the school's football stadium this Saturday night at 6 p.m. Free. The gates open at 5 p.m. with concessions sponsored by the Band Boosters.

    12  The EVHS Wind Ensemble Concert goes up Wednesday, 10/14 at 7 p.m. in the school's theatre, and will run close to 9 p.m. $3 which goes to support the EVHS Instrumental Music Department.

    13  So much to do; so much to see. You can also stop off at your favorite pub or bistro to shake, rattle, and roll, and perhaps quaff a few cool ones.

    14  I'll personally be slipping inside the shade, and sipping lemonade.

    15   Meanwhile, it looks like a "go-out-and-do-it" weekend. I'm sure I missed a few things, but this oughta at least give you a jump start!

    16   It's Frideeeee, folks!

    17   Fly low and stay safe.

    18   Godspeed, and as always...

    19   Peace.

    ~H~

     

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    a october 3 harvest moon

     The Daily News

    1  October.

    2   What  an awesome month.

    3   It's like summer sort of sneaks out the back door, baseball turns into the Yankees and the Dodgers and anyone else who slipped INTO the door, the baseball playoffs aren't on any normal teevee channel, and you get home too tired to figure it all out.

    4   It's freezing in the morning and eerily dry in the afternoon, and everything has a certain autumnal haze to it.

    5   Transitional month, to be sure, and aren't we all in transition...

    6   And still, there's an awesome peace that goes along with the orange and red leaves that drift down, landing softly on cold lawns that don't know if they need to be mowed or not.

    7  Yesterday I seemed caught in the non-reality of October. For one thing, the grading period ends on Friday, so suddenly my life is in a race to finish grading papers. Not a bad thing, and in fact, something I've actually been doing for three weeks now.

    8   The first few weeks of school, I assign stuff, then spend the majority of my time making my lessons as interesting as I possibly can, which in many cases is not at all, depending on the material I have.

    9   And then I spend a lot of my spare time writing songs, watching baseball, laughing with family and friends, and living a relatively normal life.

    10  Then September ends, and I awaken.

    11   Pumpkins suddenly displayed outside of Save Mart appear seemingly from the autumnal afternoon air; the same air that is hot, dry, and just as suddenly, chilling.

    12   The garden that was so green and plentiful in the summer is now spotted, dry, yet still producing cherry tomatoes and whatever else still lies around reminding one of a time not so long ago when they all were seeds in a tray.

    13  October. It's one of my favorite months, to be sure.

    14  But it sure is sneaky, despite the early warning signs of Halloween costumes appearing in places like Rite-Aid, Walgreens, Target, et. al. They tried telling us in late July, but who was listening back then?

    15  Ah, it's all good.

    16  It's just so weird that it is suddenly October. No more Giants. No more A's, not that there ever were this season. We pretend to care about the baseball playoffs, but really, once our own race is over, it's all a bit of a bore, except for a few cool games.

    17  Hockey hasn't really started yet, and football is only once a week, with a bye somewhere early. Cal isn't close to the team we though they were; the Raiders...yeesh.

    18  We pretend to care. Then we get chilled once more, and sift through soup recipes.

    19  October.

    20  I'm tellin' ya.

    21  Yesterday I found out that our theater is in use on October 30, so I have to scramble to tell the Heidi Chronz this year.

    22  I'll get it done, somehow.

    23  October. And then there's Poe...

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    24   Poe. This is the time of year I bring in that old gloomy soul and drag him around so that students can goof on his legacy. That boy was good, no doubt, with the amazingly lyrical poems Annabel Lee and The Raven.

    25   He was also pretty full of himself, which, given the skills exhibited in those two pieces, might be well-deserved.

    26   Today he'd die of emo-ism on Facebook.

    27   Such is the times.

    28   'Tober.

    29    Still arguably my favorite month, once it gets rolling. It just always has this hazily weird beginning to it.

    30    I guess it's the reality that the lazy, hazy, crazy days of Summer are officially gone, and large orange moons, clear starry nights, and occasional chills seem to be the order of the day.

    31   Pull a blanket up over yourself, cozy up with some hot cider, and begin to enjoy the season. It's here, officially, and we all must bundle up and enjoy this annual ritual.

    32  Have a pumpkin spice pie, cake, or coffee, maybe all three, and welcome October.

    33  Have a delightful Thursday.

    34   Boo.

    35   Peace.

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    a ghosts 1 so it beginis
    And so it begins...

     The Daily News

    1  It's October, and people what knows me knows what that means. Ah, the ultimate insomnia.

    2  Watching Oprah at 1:40 a.m. Some show about a little kid who is shizophrenic.

    3   Let's back it up.

    4   The first day of school I had signed up to supervise at a volleyball game last night. I figured it would go to around 7 or 8 p.m. and then I would have done my duty.

    5   Turns out it was a classic battle between Leland and EV, which EV eventually won, but at around 8:45 at night.

    6   Got home ridiculously late, tired, exhausted, but in good shape because I had brought a buncha papers to the game and graded as I watched. I imagine that's a little rude, but I've grown accustomed to grading papers at social affairs, baseball games, football games, and even The World Series of Poker, which is a sport, don't you know.

    7   Yeesh.

    8    Anyway, I wrote a bit of a hit piece on the ridiculousness of Michael Crabtree, the 49ers' sterling holdout/moron, whose idiotic story brought in MC Hammer to the Santa Clara negotiations last night.

    9   I won't even go there now, because I had a picture of Hammer with a fat cigar and bling, but the words wouldn't fit into a caption, since it's always at times like that we are suddenly hit with computers that take on a mind of their own.

    10  Some odd force seized my computer last night, so that whatever I used would not work, and the fonts, passwords, and everything else went wonky.

    11  I glanced at the Oprah show, and suddenly, right when I placed item number 10, the parents of that kid started talking about ghosts.

    12  I KNEW it.

    13  It's October, of course!

    14  I haven't really even given October a thought this year, as I've been in a recent race to get all my grading done by Friday. Ain't gonna happen, but I'm WAY ahead of any year ever, so much so that I forgot all about the ghost thing that hits every single October.

    15   Ah, vell. I guess I'm ready for it, but to me, it seems a bit too early for all this nonsense to begin once again.

    16   So I guess whatever seems to be haunting me never wanted the DN I wrote about three hours ago to go to "press". I dozed, awakened, opened it up again, and at that point, nothing worked. Pictures wouldn't center, captions turned huge, different search engines malfunctioned, and fonts changed form.

    17   So at 1:40 a.m. I decided simply to deep-six what I had written, and write this during an Oprah show that seemed focused on shizophrenia in children, only to change later to a piece that is about ghosts. 

    18   Yeesh.

    19    I'm just not quite ready to start in on coincidences and all that stuff that starts flying at me this time of the year.

    20    Which is fun, in an interesting sort of way, because I'm pretty much at the mercy of this nonsense not just at Halloween time, but often when I'm under a buncha stress.

    21   Those new to this, well...ah LOT of DN readers out there have experienced a LOT of this stuff with me over the years.

    22    It's always a lark to me, and yet I always wonder about all the coincidences that occur in my life on such a consistent level.

    23    As I said, I'm not quite equipped tonight to even give a surface analysis of it all, but if you're new to it all, just smile and humor this Old Brown Shoe.

    24    I'll report coincidences for the next few weeks as they occur. And trust me, they will. The very fact that the computer went wonky tonight, followed by the Oprah show shifting focus from shizophrenia to ghosts is a clear beginning.

    25   All I can say is, my world, and welcome to it.

    26    Happy October. Looks like it's gonna be yet one more amazing ride!

    27    Get a helmet.

    28    Gottago. My black cat is howling.

    29    More to come, I'm quite certain.  As of this writing, AOL had a headline about Heidi Klum, and then neither MSN nor Mozilla would allow me access. Today's DN can't go out to it's classic subscribers. I'll sleep and try again in the morning. I tried launching it five minutes ago and it wouldn't allow it. Never happened before, ever. so hold onto your hats. This may be quite a ride!

    30    Stay tuned; this will be the first October that I will be on Facebook, and where many of the people who went through the exact things I've reported over theyears will corroborate many of the stories.

    31    So thanks Heidi, or whoever you are. You've got our attention. The world awaits.

    32     Peace.

    ~H~

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