Month: February 2010

  • a a kim yu na 3
    Is anything more beautiful than Womens' Figure Skating?


    South Korea's Kim Yu-Na

    The Daily News





    1  So...Andrew Koenig walks into a bar.

    Growing Pains actor, known for his role as "Boner".

    3   There seems to be a bit of mystery about his disappearance and subsequent passing, and the fact that he had last been seen in Vancouver adds a bit of mystery, but really?

    4   Another person has passed. All things must pass. Prayers go out to his family and friends, and let the rest run its natural course.

    5   Just another piece of Americana lost to the ages. More growing pains for all of us.

    6   Sad.

    7   Moving on, Part One:  A little baby bird told me that Simon and Ellen don't quite see eye-to-eye.

    8   Evidently, according to to TMZ, Simon didn't like her from the git go, and was late to the first meeting. He also knows that Ellen can't BELIEVE how rude he is to American Idol contestants. Simon refuses to change his way, but both are cashing paychecks.

    9   I'm not the sort of guy who likes to say, "I toldja so..."

    10  So I won't.

    11  Moving on, Part the Second:  The best thing going right now to me is that the Giants begin their pre-season next Wednesday.

    12   You may say, "But what about the Olympics?"

    13   I'm still witcha.  I just can't wait for baseball season, but I'm like that every year.

    14   Still, last night's womens' figure skating totally rocked. Was Kim Yu-Na the greatest of all time? Absolutely scintillating! Was Rachael Flatt a bit robbed? Perhaps, perhaps. I personally think she did better than her score, but that she was still outskated, and Lu-Na's performance was one for the ages.

    15   Moving on, Part the Third: Ah grades grades grades.

    15   We have grades due a week from next Wednesday, which sounds fine, but which always is underrated by most teachers, most teachers' friends and famz, and most teachers themselves.

    16   If anyone EVER did a reality show about teachers, they might look to grading and assessment as the two most intense things we have to deal with.

    17   Kids screwing around?

    18   Whenever haven't they?

    19   Planning lessons?

    20   Like sleeping.

    21   Grading papers and putting up with grading?

    22   The toughest part of the job.

    23    But for the record:  At least we HAVE jobs.

    24    Emotional stuff? 

    25    Ah, meh.

    26    Dudes, a DN with really no bad news is a DN with nothing but jewels.

    27    It's Frideeeee fer Gawds Sake!

    28    I dunno about any of you, but I think it is a day of liberation, and time to back the USA in the Olympics!

    29    Short one.

    30    Frideee light.

    31    Bud light.

    32    Love y'all.

    33    And to Kim Yu-Na, you are deserving of your royalty. Magical performance.

    34    Fun start to a fun weekend. Have a great one.

    33    Peace.

     

    ~H~



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  • The Daily News
     
    1   I saw the other day that the first edition of Action Comics # 1, which came out in June of 1938, caught over a million dollars on the comic market.

    2   To those uninformed about comix, Action Comics # 1 was the first appearance ever of the immortal Superman.

    3   I LOVED that the first issue was now worth a million dollars.

    4   What makes that particular comic worth that much money?

    5   Because up to that moment, there WAS no Superman. There WAS no Daily Planet.There was no Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Perry White, Kryptonite, or even REM songs.

    6   As a guy who grew up with comix, I LOVED the entire DC family, which wound up bringing Superman, Superboy, Supergirl, Batman, Green Lantern, The Justice League of America, Aquaman, and many others to the planet.

    7   THIS was the issue that did it.

    8    And not to disappoint, but I wasn't anywhere near around in 1938, thank you veddy much.

    9    But I do remember how much I loved reading comic books as a wee lad.

    10   Ah, the halcyon days of youth!

    11   Listen: I was raised with two sisters and no brothers, but I always wanted a brother. Growing up, I loved my sisters, more than I loved life itself.

    12   They taught me everything I needed to know about surviving the wonderfully wacky world of the wimminz.

    13   But REALLY? I did not have a brother, but I DID have me cousins! My cousin Bob taught me how to shoot birds outta trees, and  how to flush jackrabbits out of tumbleweed. His older brother John was the Messiah of surrogate brothers: he and his friends were quite adept at catching gophers, knocking them out, and then turning them inside out, all the while singing and encouraging the following song, which went something like this: "Gobs and gobs of green, greasy gopher guts, green greasy gopher guts, green greasy gopher guts..."

    14  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! We LOVED it, of course, but as a more peaceful kid, I had to turn away and hope this all wasn't REALLY happening.

    15  Fortunately, my other cousin Jim was more stoic, and ALWAYS had boxloads of comic books. We would steal away from the obvious macho pressure of enjoying the gopher scene, and we would go to a shady tree and read comic books for hours on end.

    16  We would then talk for what seemed ever about the wonderful array of DC comic heroes: Green Lantern, Flash, Superman, Batman, and all the rest.

    17  One of our favorite heroes was Aquaman, the DC equivalent of the Greek god Poseidon.

    18   We LOVED Aquaman, and when we would spend summers at the local pool, we would always pretend to be Superman and Aquaman. A pool worked famously, of course, because the local pool gave us weightlessness, and the ability to "fly" through the water.

    19  This probably prompted my love for swimming, which I still do to keep in shape. I always look upon those days with Jim as some of the best ever. Eventually, I discovered Spiderman, who became my fave because of his obvious psychological angst, which brought me into the world of Marvel comics, and The Fantastic Four, The Silver Surfer, The X-Men, and many others.

    20   I'm quite certain that had there never been an Action Comics #1, my entire childhood would have been different. I learned a tremendous amount of things by having read comic books. First off, I learned words. Second, I learned about science, about the concept of alternate worlds, about relativity, and about how heroes often make mistakes, but remain heroes nonetheless.

    21   Interestingly, yesterday during my last class of the day, a student came in wearing a Superman cape that looked as though it had come directly from Krypton. It was the best darned Superman cape I had ever seen. After class, several of the boys started talking about super heroes, and I asked the guy if his cape was bullet proof, because it had likely come from Krypton.

    22   They loved it, and we shared time talking about the heroes, and which ones were our favorites. As they left I smiled, looked out the window at the clouds and the sky, and thought of how wonderful it would be to be able to face the winds and fly.

    23   To this day, I totally love all of it, although I haven't gotten too involved in comic books for years. I do maintain that some of my most creative and imaginative students have often brought with them a background immersed in the wonderful world of comic books.

    24   Moving on, Part 1: Speaking of Aquaman and swimming, while real life of grading papers, helping people, visiting Dad, and all the rest pulled me away from swimming every single day, I still keep a pretty good regimen of working out any time I can, and it all works to keep me healthy and, amazingly, still in shape.

    25   For the record, I have remained two sizes smaller than I had been in October, and my goal of losing 40 pounds in six months is still my goal, but real life does indeed slow down the process.

    26   Not sure where this is all headed, but I relax in the reality that you probably don't know, nor even care either. I just know that there are others out there struggling to get themselves in shape, and I just wanted to reassure that while my regimen slowed down a bit, I have managed to keep the weight down and still get out there whenever I can. I stopped swimming because my hair kept turning this horrid shade of rust, which isn't particularly the image I wish to foster. A touch of vanity, to be sure, but still, a necessary one.

    27   For those of you who DO exercise and all, keep working, keep exercising, and keep loving life. If you looked to me for inspiration, I appreciate it, but really, inspire yourself twice as hard every day. It isn't easy, but right now I'm still in the best shape I've been perhaps in ten years, and it is awesome. Keep your eyes on the prize, which is better help and a better shape for your entire being.

    28   Moving on, Part the Second: Is it my imagination, or was Peyton Manning recently accused of deliberately throwing the Super Bowl?

    29   I'm sure I must have been hallucinating, but if not, then wow. It popped up on the internet a few days ago, and then I never heard another thing about it. I have felt for years that the next huge sports' scandal will most certainly be about betting and sports.

    30   I'm proud to say that despite my many vices and faults, gambling was never one of them. Watching a world in which people gamble on nearly every sport, television reality show, and daily event, I would find it amazing if sports aren't teeming with scandal. The sports' pages of any newspaper dedicate a lot to odds, to gambling terminology, to the "under", and to countless other things. They even have articles on how best to play Poker.

    31   With sports, you can virtually gamble on any event, every hour of the day, every day of the year.

    32   I'll take it a step further: shows like The Bachelor, American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, and all the rest ALSO have places online where you can gamble on the results. The odds of corruption there are staggering when you consider that they have fewer controls than do professional sports.

    33   And since I don't gamble, it is much more clear to me that corruption absolutely must be rampant. By "don't gamble" I mean I do occasionally go into a club in Tahoe and walk around a casino, but in general, it is practically a zero in my life. But watching the rest of the world's fascination with gaming gives me a very interesting perspective on it.

    34    So say it ain't so, Peyton. Say it ain't so...

    35    Moving on, Part the Third: Finally, I would love to share a moment that happened yesterday. I have in my room a nice Starbucksesque shade that moves up and down over the Cathedral windows in my classroom, and so at the push of a button, you get a lovely view of the lush, green hills of that backdrop our town.

    36   The shade moves up or down depending upon the needs of the classroom.

    37   Yesterday, I pushed the button and let the shade rise, and as it did, the beautiful cloud formations prompted comments from the students. As the shade went up, the hills and the clouds came to all of us with a sudden quickness. I had already enjoyed the hills earlier, when those guys left the classroom.

    38   I've been staying late to try to keep up with all my work, and yesterday the sky continued to look absolutely splendid, changing hues and colors all afternoon. This time of the year to me is the most beautiful time, when everything is lush and lovely, and the clouds shift and change shape slowly and gracefully.

    39   During the same class with the kid with the Superman cape, I brought the shades up, prompting one student to remark, "Oh! A dinosaur!"  I knew immediately what he meant, because he was looking out at the cloud formations. I thought it was fun, because he said it so sincerely.

    40   It was simply that sort of day. The afternoon saw the clouds turning a pinkish purple as the hills stood stoic in the afternoon stillness. It was art carved, scraped and touched by the hands of God .

    41   I look forward to more today, and maybe for many days and years to come.

    42   Enjoy your day. Enjoy the sky; it tells a story.

    43   Live life.

    44   Love life.

    45   Peace.

    ~H~

     

    www.xanga.com/bharrington

     

  • When something goes right
    Well it's likely to lose me
    It's apt to confuse me
    Because it's such an unusual sight
    Oh, I can't, I can't get used to something so right
    Something so right...


    The Daily News


    1   Ah, lovely, lovely words.

    2   Ah, yup!

    3   Amazingly, I always feel this way when everything goes well. I usually think of Robert Hunter's lyrics from Uncle John's Band:

    "Well the first days are the hardest days don't you worry anymore,'cuz when life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door..."

    4   Yesterday I began feeling more like Poet # 2 rather than Poet #1, above. I had prepared all week to come back in and come out swingin' but HAD to have a handout ready yesterday mornin'. I had prepared, worked super hard on my lesson, but still had that usual fear of "danger at your door." It's been a few years of that, so you go into every sitch wearing a suit of armor.

    5   I had decided to get to school WAY early, sneak into repro, bring my own paper for backup, and run the day's lesson, which was important, 'cuz it was an introduction to Shakespeare, a fella most of these guys had HEARD of, but that nobody had a CLUE about.

    6   I have this awesome old book called Insights, which somehow over the years got switched out because probably it was TOO good, and snuck in this morning to copy this Intro to Shakespeare page that is AWESOME for the students.

    7   Well...normally in a situation like this, you get to school early; the library is locked, the repro machine is jammed, and we have no paper. That's normal in education, circa 2010.

    8   Instead, the room was empty, they HAD paper, and the machines were clear for takeoff.

    9   I wasn't quite sure as to what to do. Life normally throws roadblocks and imbecilic challenges into the arena of our lives.

    10  Instead...

    11  Everything was all right.

    12   I had time. I had prepared. My copies were beautifully succinct. Nobody was in the room. The machines all cooperated.

    13  And I was MORE uptight than ever!

    14  Well, to keep it short, EVERYTHING went right, all day and all night.

    15  I wasn't USED to that!

    16  Ah, me old friend and confidant Paul Simon wrote a song/poem/poem/song about that veddy thing called Something So Right. Here are the very positive lyrics:

    Something So Right

    Words & music by Paul Simon

    You've got the cool water
    When the fever runs high
    You've got the look of lovelight in your eyes
    And I was in crazy motion
    'til you calmed me down
    It took a little time
    But you calmed me down

    When something goes wrong
    I'm the first to admit it
    I'm the first to admit it
    And the last one to know

    When something goes right
    Well it's likely to lose me
    It's apt to confuse me
    It's such an unusual sight
    Oh, I can't, I can't get used to something so right
    Something so right

    They've got a wall in China
    It's a thousand miles long
    To keep out the foreigners they made it strong
    And I've got a wall around me
    That you can't even see
    It took a little time
    To get next to me

    When something goes wrong
    I'm the first to admit it
    I'm the first to admit it
    And the last one to know
    When something goes right
    Well it's likely to lose me
    It's apt to confuse me
    Because it's such an unusual sight
    Oh, I can't, I can't get used to something so right
    Something so right

    Some people never say the words "I love you"
    It's not their style
    To be so bold
    Some people never say the words "I love you"
    But like a child they're longing to be told,

    When something goes wrong
    I'm the first to admit it
    I'm the first to admit it
    And the last one to know
    When something goes right
    Well it's likely to lose me,
    It's apt to confuse me
    Because it's such an unusual sight
    I swear, I can't, I can't get used to something so right
    Something so right

    17  What a WONDERFUL concept.

    18  Yesterday I lived this song. I even remembered my umbrella, think of THAT!

    19  Sidebar Part 1: I've written DN's about the importance of umbrellas on many occasions.

    20  I also spent time yesterday after school assembling a glossary of Shakespearean terms, which doesn't sound like much, but in my eye, took a tremendous burden off, and was definitely going to benefit my students.

    21  And the best part: nothing at all went wrong!

    22  EVERYTHING contributed to an awesome day, and as of this entry, nothing has come in and made it a challenge.

    23  Don't get me wrong. I DO appreciate challenges, because I enjoy figuring out ways to see challenges as just that: challenges.

    24  Those of you who know me knows I take on challenges with most everything.

    25   Didn't need to.

    26   When I got home, there was no bad news, nor anything else that would put me over the edge.

    27   Every now and again, life treats you right by simply not throwing boushit at you.

    28   Yesterday was such a time.

    29   Nothing went wrong.

    30   I wasn't quite used to that.

    31   Isn't it interesting how we always seem to expect the other shoe to drop?

    32   For once, it didn't.

    33   I LOVED it, and decided that things often just right themselves, despite whatever is happening to ANY of us.

    34   Loved it.

    35   Hope you loved this one too, 'cuz sometimes it's all about life offering occasional fairness, as well as the wonder of dreams to all of us.

    36   Today could offer the same thing, and the next days too!

    37    So I guess the message of today's DN is this: don't give up hope. It's what life is all about.

    38    I love you all, everything.

    39    Let today be the best day of the year. Find it in your heart.

    40     If you believe, it may come to pass.

    41    With that, I shall leave today knowing that life truly does give us hope.

    42    Hopefully, the danger has passed, and it is the beginning of an awesome Spring for all of us.

    43    Sure hope so.

    44     Live life.

    45     Love life.

    46     I love you all, everything.

    47    Peace.

    ~H~

    www.xanga.com/bharrington



  • Give My Creation...

    LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFEE!!!
    The Daily News
    1   Great moment comin' right up!

    2   A coupla night's ago I threw a pizza into the oven and let it cook for like about two years. I sorta misread the instructions, so this suckuh was turnin' dark pretty quickly.

    3   By the time I realized that the crust instructions sucked, it was too late. Realizing that time was of the essence, I opened the oven to a blast of hot air.

    4   "GIVE MY CREATION...LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFEE!!!" I screamed, a mad scientist and crazed, insane creator.

    5   Actually I didn't REALLY do that, but the moment sure felt as though I had.

    6   I did try to get the thing out of the oven as swiftly as possible.

    7   In the process, a maverick piece of hot pepperoni leaped off the pizza and unto my forearm. It sizzled, burned, I screamed, and the pizza flipped to the ground, landing as one might expect, face down.

    8   The famed "Three-Second Rule" went into immediate effect, but by then, I already had torrents of cold water splashing all over my wrist, which had turned a bright shade of red.

    9   The water kept it at bay, and we were able to enjoy a rather crunchy coupla pizzas, but later I looked at this blister that had formed. It turned into a large, sore bubble. We've all had 'em.

    10  Still, the next day I had to nurse the injury, and did a darned skippy job.

    11  Well, by yesterday, all the pain had subsided, and the injury didn't look so bad, but I did want to hide it from the masses.

    12  Suddenly, it dawned on me that earlier this year, a student had brought me Scooby Doo Band Aids for my classes.

    13  Between classes, I opened my drawer, and there they were, one of the best gifts any student ever gave me.

    14   If you ever want to make a teacher happy, give him or her a new box of Scooby Doo Band Aids. The students love them, and will bond as a result of them. They make any injury easier to take, and they usually result in lots of smiles.

    15   Anywho, I saw that I still had six or seven left, so pulled a green one out, took scissors to it, and placed it gently over my healing wound.

    16   Shortly thereafter, normal teaching things jumped my way, and I held them all at bay with what felt like the sword Excalibur.

    17   I taught as best I could, held court, and enjoyed the entire day. I knew I entered Monday battle prepared, and was rather cocky, and delivering one-liners with a wink and a swagger.

    18   But by the end of the day, I had begun to run out of gas.

    19   I still went on with the lesson, when suddenly one kid chimed out, "Hey Mr. H, what happened to your wrist?"

    20   I answered that I was making a pizza, and that a renegade piece of pepperoni had landed on the underside of my wrist, culminating in this tiny Scooby Doo Band Aid.

    21   I figured that would take care of the inquiry.

    22   Wrong.

    23   After a brief silence, the same kid said, "You sure you haven't gone EMO on us?"

    24   Yeesh.

    25   I just smiled, rolled my eyes, and said, "Nah, you guys haven't driven me yet to slashing my wrists with spoons quite yet. It's a pepperoni injury."

    26   

     
    27   Emo.

    28   Don't get me goin'.

    29   AnywayZ, just thought I'd share a great teaching moment. Sign of the times, I imagine.

    30   Moving on, Part 1:  For the second straight night, I found myself awakening at 2 a.m and finishing up the DN. You can always tell when the grading period is coming to an end, because I begin going to sleep at around 9:30 or 10 p.m. Grading papers is not hard work, but it does make one sleepy after a while, so the hours get odd rather quickly.

     
    31   Last night I got home, wrote the DN early, and then conked out. I awakened at the fine old hour of 2 a.m., wrote a few emails to friends, and then jumped back on the DN.
     
    32  Sometimes I can't even remember what it was I had been writing about only hours earlier, so it is fun to see the pizza story blasting away like a midnight furnace.
     
    33  The fun thing is, I was sill going past 3 a.m. when I looked at my right arm and saw that the Scooby Doo Band Aid was still on my wrist. It seems like much more time has passed since all of that, so time has suddenly distorted.
     
    35   I'm never really sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but it IS all relative.
     
    36   Anyway, it IS an isolated hour, so I think it might be best to bow out a bit gracefully this fine Tuesday.
     
    37  There's this sort of ringing sound that is either in my imagination, or is really occurring, like some strange UFO is making a Twilight Zone landing in the other room. It fades in and out with my imagination, so I do think it best to pull the covers over my head and lie in some much-needed comfort.

     
    38   (He does.) Hey. It's dark in here. Lemme out. Lemme out!
     
    39   Haha, just kidding. You shouldn't write at odd hours.
     
    40    I  just now looked around and saw no UFO's. The ringing is still happening, and I am waiting for some crow to land on my teevee and look strangely at me. Everything in the room seems alive right now, which is typical of awakening at some odd hour. Shapes become shadows, which become silhouettes of people, which then become coats,and the ringing continues.
     
    41   And so it goes in the middle of the night.

     

     
    42   It's all good. In no time, the world will become peaceful once again, the morning will drift in, I'll have a warm cuppa, and the day will refresh. Meanwhile, I'd better get outta here while the gettin's good.
     
    43   You have yourself a good one, willya? That's about it for today.
     
    44    Peace.

     

    ~H~

    www.xanga.com/bharrington




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    The Daily News

    1  As much as the Olympics have dominated lately, I must say that the Torah's, the Bode's, and the guys whose names have variations on the Irish "Sean" have been amazing, but happening when I haven't been able to watch.
     
    2   As always, I also have enjoyed all things Olympics. I felt almost sorry for the Vancouverians when the USA took it to them in ice hockey. But it is fun having 24 medals and counting. It's been a fun Olympics, and it's almost cliche' to put this year's event down, but to me it's still exciting, fun, unique, and often artistic. I'm going to enjoy them while they're here.
     
    3  Well they certainly make the fun of having a week off so much better.
     
    4   We also had lots of firecrackers and fun happening this past week, so it was well timed, and well-placed.
     
    5   Hope you didn't miss the DN too very much. Some people move through all the DN withdrawal symptoms and wish really to be anywhere but here. I've heard tell of DN addicts being pinned down and screaming for all this drivel. It's okay, it's okay. Calm them down and throw them a Dove Milk Chocolate Promise, the blue ones that come with a fortune. It is a grand substitute, sort of like the Methadone of DN addiction. Some people just can't handle it. Toss them a Promise. It's a slow roll, but wonderfully sweet. It's like taking the world out on a date.
     
    6   For most of us though, life without the DN stands as nothing more than a simple hiatus, one that we all must go through every now and again. Face it each time with a bowl of hot courage and a Dove Milk Chocolate Promise,  and we can all get through these dark times together.
     
    7   And for all the rest, fear not! The DN is baaaack in all it's ridiculousness and seeming glory. What better way to start yer day? Mindless drivel, and tons of it.
     
    8   And well worth it, I'm quite sure. Pour a cuppa and climb aboard. We're shovin' off.
     
    9   Moving on, Part One: One of the challenges of the Olympics is trying to watch things and do real life simultaneously.
     
    10  As much as I enjoyed the games this past week, I still realized that I would have to be doing other things when some of the main stuff happened. I had places I needed to be, people I needed to see, and sleep I needed to gather, because grading hundreds of papers turns one's head into a bowling ball. It sometimes falls off and knocks over a lamp, or a loud pet.
     
    11  Ah, vell...more where those came from. I do so love a good snore though.
     
    12  I also spent the week wondering whether to comment on the week's real-world shenanigans, or just to blow them off.
     
    13  It IS, after all, the Year of the Tiger.
     
    14  I decided to take the high road.
     
    15  Moving on, Part the Second:  Truly, I spent much of the week re-arranging, re-analyzing, and re-structuring much of my life, for what it's worth.
     
    16  In the midst of it all, my Dad called and let me know that he had received notification from the doctors of his most recent biopsy, and the results came up negative, and that his original diagnosis of bone cancer was somehow wrong.
     
    17  Good news is the only thing better than no news, and this comes to you directly from one of the top hack journalists in the land.
     
    18  So he (Dad) was lively, funny, and full of optimism, which made both of us happy, and which I shared instantly with the entire world.
     
    19  Unfortunately, I was unable to head up to visit due to some bronchial stuff I have goin' on, and which placed itself in me during the break. That's the "hack" part of the journalists in number 17, above.
     
    20  Ah, so it goes, so it goes.
     
    21  So I have now been re-arranged, re-analyzed, and re-structured, and realize that I'm still the same ol' brown shoe I've always been. It was a great discovery. Ever spend a cloudy day mooning over what sort of person you've become, only to discover that you're simply yourself? It's a great discovery, especially when the results come up pretty nice, and you just look up at the sky and smile.
     
    22  Wish I had more to report here on a soggy Mondeeeeee, but really?
     
    23  No news IS truly good news, a running theme of the good ol' DN.
     
    24  Moving on, Part the Last: Well, I DID miss all of youse, more than you'll ever imagine. Facebook is okay, but it just misses on so many levels. I tried keepin' in touch via Facebook, but it just doesn't always quite make it. And here,  I won't try to sell you a corn crop, or buy a tractor off you, or to tell you I just cut my nails.
     
    25  In many ways, it's sort of nice being in the Great Land of the Ignore that is Facebook. At one time in life, I felt I was the only "blog" out there, and that the DN was simply a necessary means of keeping the Performing Arts Dept. at YB informed about what was going on.
     
    26  I always insist that the DN was truly the world's first blog anyway, but I'm also sure that someplace, somewhere, there is some geek who would claim otherwise. I began the DN in the Spring of 1996, but it was posted on a hard copy and tacked onto the wall of the Performing Arts building at YB. It really didn't go out to the digital masses until somewhere around 2003, but still...I have some very shaky archives if you ever wish to visit www.ybdrama.com, a reaper rusting in the moist weeds of 2010. But somewhere in there you could find one of the earliest attempts at placing the DN online. I've been off a week, so I'm too lazy to look.
     
    27  I actually have hard copies of the DN dating to as early as 1997, and when time, I'll try to put the oldest one up for you. It requires a lot of digging, and a lot of weeds.
     
    28  For now, I rest easily knowing that the rest of the world has caught up, finally.
     
    29  As for me? I'll just keep plodding along, reporting things I observe and see, and sharing it with the people I know and love.
     
    30  What else is there?
     
    31   Well, Beethoven, I suppose. And Shakespeare. Apple pie. Dove Milk Chocolate Promises in the blue fortune wrappers. Skates. Kites. The lush hills of Mt. Hamilton in Spring.
     
    32   AnywayZ...lots coming up. Lots to smile about. Stay tuned.
     
    33   Welcome back. Not much to report on a Mondeeeeee.

    34   Just enjoy your day, fly low, and get through it with lots of smiles and laughs.

     
    34   Live life.
     
    35   Love life.
     
    36   Peace.

     

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    All You Need is Love




    1   If I had to send a Valentine to everybody I love, Hallmark would run out of cards!

    2   You know how some people can multi-task?

    3    I can multi-love!

    4    I won't begin to name you, because all of you are a part of me, and in some postive way have brought tremendous amounts of love into my heart.

    5   These past five years have been the roughest in my life. I've had an extraordinary amount of people leave my life. I've spent massive amounts of time in hospitals, smiling, and yet praying with everything I have that they stay with us, and always that they have no pain.

    6    I have seen the human spirit soar to limits I never thought a person could reach, and overcome obstacles most of us would not even want to think about.

    7   It has been trying. I have seen people leave this world way before it was time, and had to test my faith in asking, "Why?"

    8   And while it shook me, and continues to shake me, I also received tremendous lessons watching how bravely people can go into illnesses, and with such passion and humor.

    9   I am also amazed at how many people have given me kind words and letters and emails to help out.

    10  It hasn't stopped. Last week I got to go to a "placement", and this weekend I have been invited to two more life celebrations.

    11  And through all of it, I've had hummingbirds hover around wind chimes that suddenly move to one another, leaving wonderful sounds. I've looked to the sky and thought of how nice it would be if it would sprinkle, and it has sprinkled. I have had incredible miracles and coincidences that prove so much to me, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

    12   As I got behind a caravan of cars after my Mom's viewing, All You Need is Love came on nice and loud in the TOOOOOONDRA. Driving through my old neighborhood and with the sun shining and the windows down, I broke into a huge smile. I looked up at the blue suburban skies of San Bruno and gave a wink.

    13   A bluebird flew past.

    14   Moving on, Part 1: Yesterday I came across some old poetry I had lying around, started reading some of it, and thought of how one gets poetry published.

    15   I googled a few local published poets I've had the honor of meeting and enjoying pizza and beer with, but for the life of me I couldn't remember their last names! That happens to me a lot. AnywayZ, because I had done lights for them years ago when they came to Y.B., we had a grand session of jazz, percussion, lights, and poems before their evening recital.

    16   Afterwards they invited me to go out to House of Pizza, and we laughed and talked about life, love, sports, and nearly anything  else EXCEPT poetry!

    17   So this morning I googled San Jose Poets.

    18   The first thing to pop up was yesterday's DN!

    19   That was my Mom, I'm quate, quate sure. 

    20    I tried it again, and realized it said, "1 result stored on your computer". Still, it really made me smile, because for one brief, shining moment, I thought I was the first guy on a Google search, and it was for local poets!

    21   AnywayZ...

    22   Moving Backwards, Part 1: I guess I want to return to my original thought this morning, and that is that I reserve my Valentine's to everybody I have ever met, because I can't think of anyone I have met whom I don't love in some fashion.

    23   I say this because life is a learning process. Everything that happens teaches us something, and everybody then, is in some way a teacher.

    24   We are all also learners. We really do help one another out, whether consciously or not. In that regard, we all deserve hundreds and thousands of Valentine's.

    25   That is my gift to you this fine morning.

    26    It's a couple of days early, but who's counting? I don't buy green bananas either.

    27   We're off this week so there won't be another DN 'til a week from Mondeee. Enjoy your Valentine's Day, and enjoy this Valentine, which brings with it as much love as one person can send out.

    28   Live life.

    29   Love life.

    30   I love you all, everything. 
     
    31   And all you need is love.

    32   Peace.

    ~H~






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    The Daily News

    1   Is it my imagination or did I see rumors of Howard Stern becoming the possible replacement for Simon Cowell on American Idol?

    2   Puh-leeze.  Stern is one of the most successful talk-radio guys ever, single-handedly creating the "shock jock" genre of the art of radio, taking much of it to hilarious, outrageous, yet courageous levels. I give him tremendous props for pointing out hypocrisy in America, and in fact, in the world.
     
    3   But as a judge of singing talent? Sadly, he is tremendously unqualified. Simon WAS qualified, because he was literally witness to thousands of auditions, and was responsible for finding acts that would work. That was his job.
     
    4   Stern knows little about singing, pitch, breathing, etc. What Stern WOULD bring to the show would be brutal honesty coming from HIS perspective and musical interests.
     
    5   To Stern's credit, he probably wouldn't be much more damaging to potential stars than Simon has been, but my guess is that with Ellen Degeneres on board as well, the show would take a swift nose five.
     
    6    I love Ellen as well, but I have to guess that while she would add some much-needed humor, she would also be more sensitive to the lives and hopes of the contestants.
     
    7    Certainly Stern would be a powerhouse, and Degeneres the new Paula, but neither of those two stars could understand the musical side of all of it. Randy would, but he has lost much credibility by referring to everyone as "dawg".
     
    8   Personally?
     
    9   I don't really care what happens to American Idol. After this season, the show is on the chopping block. It'll be interesting to watch, I imagine, but it will also lose much of its glam.
     
    10   Haha, don't we all...!
     
    11   Ah, who really cares anyway? The Bachelor is evidently the king of mainstream teevee these days.
     
    12   I haven't really been watching 'cuz it seems like such a shallow show, but it would seem that "Jake" the bachelor fell for some spoiled ditzy girl who was clueless.
     
    13   Whatevuh.
     
    14   Moving on, Part 1:   I sent out notifications to DN readers about Coach Bean's funeral on Friday. I would like to thank Jennifer Izzarelli for keeping most of us informed, so here is the info, directly from an email from Jennifer to me:
     

    Coach Bean's Funeral

    In case you haven't heard yet, Coach Bean's funeral will be held at Saint Francis of Assisi (5111 San Felipe Rd, San Jose, CA 95135) this Friday, February 12 at 1pm followed by his reception at the SCHS Gym from 3-6 p.m.  I'll be there.

    Thanks for helping to spread the word.

    15   So there you go. Not happy stuff, but certainly important stuff to those who knew and loved Coach Bean.

    16   Thanks Jennifer, for all the info. It was busy, what with people coming and going, and interrupting our daily lives. Somehow you managed to make that happen. I tried getting this info out to the Facebook community yesterday, but alas, the connections didn't connect. Happens.

    17   Moving on, Part the Second:  For those of you sports fans who aren't into hockey or basketball, this time of the year can be endlessly tedious. Thank goodness we have the Winter Olympics coming to us as soon as they cart six-thousand truckloads of snow to Vancouver.

    18   Moving on, Part the Second:  Also, in a semi-ironic fashion, pitchers and catchers report to work on February 17 for all those who love watching the Boys of Summer. Yep. We're having the Winter Olympics happening almost concurrently with the earliest beginnings of baseball season.

    19   So sports' fans, LOTS to enjoy. Get into the Sharks, because the Warriors are a bit too painful, and you'll have your year handled.

    20   That's about it for today. Nothing huge, but as always, no news is ALWAYS good news, as cliche' as it sounds.

    21   Have a great day, and make somebody smile huge today.

    22   That's always a nice thing.

    23   Make yourself smile today too.  ;  )   <---------sideways winky dude

    24    Peace.

    ~H~

     

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  • Coach Bean Services

    I just got this message in from Jennifer Izzarelli yesterday. I tried posting it from school but it didn't work. Thought I'd pass it on to all of you this morning:

    In case you haven't heard yet, Coach Bean's funeral will be held at Saint Francis of Assisi (5111 San Felipe Rd, San Jose, CA 95135) this Friday, February 12 at 1pm followed by his reception at the SCHS Gym from 3-6 p.m.  I'll be there.

    Thanks for helping to spread the word.

    Thank you, Jennifer.

    ~H~


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    "The wheel's turnin' and you can't slow down. You can't let go and you can't hold on. You can't go back and you can't stand still; if the thunder don't get you then the lightnin' will."

    ---Robert Hunter


    The Daily News


    1   So I walk out to enjoy the sky last night.

    2   Beautiful night.

    3   I like walking outside just to look at the sky and enjoy everything that life offers us.

    4   As always, I look for Mars, which is my planet, and always has been.

    5   I looked up, saw clouds, and figured I wasn't going to get any answers up there.

    6   Of course, like the loon I am, I walked barefoot, and caught a runaway branch from some tree or other, right on the bottom of my foot!

    7   It didn't hurt, thank the Creator of the Universe, or at best, me old friend and confidant Joe the Bear.

    8   No thorns for a change.

    9   But truly, isn't that just the way things roll?

    10  It was all good.

    11  No bad news comin' across the wires, and actually, it was a grand day!

    12  I love when a day is a grand day.

    13  Moving on, Part 1:  My Favorite Poem:

    Life is Laundry.

    ---anonymous

    14   I'm not quite sure who this "anonymous" is, but he is clearly a seer.

    15   Who knew?

    16   Anon, my Lord and my God!

    17   Moving on, Part the Second:  No word yet on Coach Bean's services, although as of this writing, I've yet to check Facebook. As soon as I get word, I'll put out a special edition of the DN.

    18   Meanwhile...

    19   Yeesh.

    20   We get next week off, plus one day. I know it SOUNDS like we get a lot of time off, but really, the paper chase continues at a relentless pace.

    21   Well, I guess like anything, you just "keep on keepin' on".

    22   You roll with all of it, no matter how absurd.

    23   I try to keep my head while all about are losing theirs. Sometimes it works, other times I lose mine, but only for a moment.

    24   And it is times like that that the movement you need is on your shoulder.

    25   After all, we're all in a tizzy.

    26   Let it roll.

    27   "Won't you try just a little bit harder? Couldn't you try just a little bit more?"

    28   Robert Hunter, poet.

    29   I'll keep it short this day. We all bizzy!  = )  <-----sideways smiley dude

    29   Live life.

    30   Love life.

    31   Peace.

    ~H~



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  • The Daily News

    1   So...Coach Chuck Bean...

    2   It was a fast one. I found out last week that he had brain cancer, but kept some stuff out of the DN until I could get more info.

    3   Sometimes the world doesn't wait for us to gather info. Such is the case with Coach Bean. Jennifer Izzarelli contacted me that Coach had taken a turn for the worse, and was being treated by hospice.

    4   Anyway, yesterday at 4:30 p.m., Coach Chuck Bean left us. Jennifer visited him on Friday, and said that he broke into a big smile when he saw her, so despite all, he was a teacher who appreciated the students that he not only inspired, but who inspired him as well.

    5   I wish I had gotten enough info and all from the family to clue everyone I knew, but as always, I had to delay any sort of public news until I was aware of the family's wishes.

    6    I remember seeing Coach as a guy who gave everything to his family and to his students. Coach Bean was one of the rare teachers who gave his all to everyone, and in that regard, he was always my hero. His work ethic and professionalism were epic, and I always admired his dedication to teaching.

    7   Shattering news...

    8   It sure puts a lot of things in perspective.

    9   I'll give you more info about services, etc. as they come in. I would like to thank both Jennifer and Tracy Wolcott for helping us get the word out, but as I said, I wanted to respect the family and not write anything that might have caused them any stress.

    10  Please take a moment to give a thought or prayer to Coach Bean and his entire family, as well as to all of his friends, and former athletes.

    11   Tough one to write about, lemme tellya.

    12   I shall keep you all posted.

    13   Moving on, Part 1:  A little side note: Jennifer's horse, Star at the time, was the very famous horse used in our 1995 production of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream! The name was later changed to Cherokee, but anyone who was there that night will always remember the entrance of Puck, Richard Lambert, through the amazing forest we built. Sparkling, magical, and an "Awwww..." from the audience.

    14   Star, or Cherokee, took to the stage, looking everything like a magical unicorn, and making for one of the most memorable moments in the history of the Workshop.

    15   Good days, good times, and one more moment in life that was absolutely magical.
    16   Whew.

    17   Change.

    18   Well, as always, I could only handle so much in one short night.

    19   For what it's worth, Coach Bean's passing is a rite of passage for all of us, a time of putting everything in perspective, and appreciating everybody we hold dear.

    20   I'm moved this night. I was all ready to grade papers, jump into lesson planning, play some guitar, and enjoy everything I possibly could.

    21  I still did most of those things, because if I know Coach, he would have wanted the world to just keep turning.

    22   Still, I've known of this for a coupla days, and so the quickness really hit me hard.

    23   Been a tough year; been a tough five years. I've lost far too many people, more than I could ever have thought. I remain strong, and wish only that you all embrace life with all your heart and soul.

    24   And fight hard to live this life for all it's worth, and to love everybody you hold dear with all the hugs and heart you can.

    25   Again, I will try to keep you all posted as to where and when we could join and support Coach and his entire family, which also includes anybody he ever inspired.

    26   Stay tuned.

    27   Peace.

     

     

     

     

     

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