1 I actually dozed off during the Giants/Bums game last night.
2 I fell into a dream during the seventh inning.
3 With all due respect, I was exhausted from having tried finally to throw my chronic and incessant insomnia under the bus.
4 I went to an island, then to a lighthouse, and then to the Darkness of Demons, that strange netherworld that we all visit every now and again.
5 In that World, I saw the Giants lose to the lowly Dodgers, and watched dreadfully my classes celebrate the loss in a frenzied merriment of wine, Mardi-Gras faces, and Daemonesque madness!
6 I became undone.
7 Perhaps my real life and my fantasy life had some sort of weird convergence, but I tossed and turned in a white wicker chair in the dark recesses of my sunroom.
8 About another hour in, I awakened to the game.
9 The Giants were AHEAD, 2-0!
10 Naturally, I thought that it was some post-game wrap up, so I sort of watched, expecting that they had lost.
11 That's the weird thing about re-adjusting your sleep habits.
12 Turned out it was LIVE, and suddenly Brian Wilson, NOT the Beach Boy, was out there throwing his insanity at anyone and everyone who came to the plate.
13 He wound up giving up a home run, but also closed the door on the dreaded Dodgers.
14 I walked out to my garden thinking it was all a dream.
15 Nope.
16 The Giants beat the Bums, right before my hallucinogenic eyes.
17 And now I don't really know what to say.
18 Perhaps I could simply cut and paste Bottom's Dream from Midsummer.
19 Perhaps not.
20 The line between illusion and reality is indeed a thin one.
21 I had been semi-watching the game, and semi-thinking of things to throw out there for today's DN.
22 Sometimes ideas are simply thrust upon you, sort of like a hot bowl of spaghetti.
23 Worst analogy of the year, by the way.
24 But we are walking the dark, thin line between illusion and reality.
25 Yesterday I slept in, and thought I was going to have a bad day.
26 Instead, it was arguably the best day of the school year so far.
27 And yes, I had a glass of wine, but all the emotions of the entire year sort of caught me last night, so when the game went into a zero-zero tie, I slipped into darkness.
28 Pretty normal.
29 But now I'm a bit flabbergasted that what I THOUGHT happened didn't, and the Boys of Summer came through and beat the Bums of Summer.
30 Ya gotta love it.
31 Well, I was faced with the reality of awaking and writing the DN.
32 How do you write something so public when you are still existing in a dream?
33 Like this.
34 Like this.
35 I later went onto Facebook, just because it's sort of a mindless journey into the lives of people I taught, or with whom I worked through some amazingly glorious times at YB.
36 With all due respect, I was too tired to read all the things people had to say.
37 I decided that today's lesson plan will wrap up what we did yesterday, which TOTALLY rocked, and inch it into this concept:
38 What does the word "status" mean to you?
39 When I was younger, the word "status" meant something along the lines of "what happens to people when they worry too much about what others think about them", or some such nonsense.
40 We're working on a story about a woman who wants to be looked upon as almost a starlet, but who actually is simply middle class.
41 She longs SO much to be a member of the glittering, glorious, rich and wealthy class that it literally topples her life.
42 What a great concept in the New World Order of Facebook.
43 So that's where I've taken these guys: Let's talk "status".
44 The Daemons are at work again, but this time in a positive way.
45 This entire concept can go to the infinite recesses of the Universe.
46 All because I lived one reality while another reality happened. In my frabjous case, the reality became the dream.
47 Ah, a bit too deep, but what do you expect from a guy in the throes of what Poe called "Nepenthe", or "surcease of sorrow"?
48 Goin' deep.
49 I do that now and again, just to throw some separation between the DN and your ordinary blog. The DN has been around for fifteen years this Spring.
50 I think you might get the pic.
51 Gottago. It's like almost 10:45 at night, and it's close to midnight.
52 Homie don't go there no mo.
53 So peace to the masses.
54 This Old Brown Shoe is calling it a night.
55 Peace.
2 I fell into a dream during the seventh inning.
3 With all due respect, I was exhausted from having tried finally to throw my chronic and incessant insomnia under the bus.
4 I went to an island, then to a lighthouse, and then to the Darkness of Demons, that strange netherworld that we all visit every now and again.
5 In that World, I saw the Giants lose to the lowly Dodgers, and watched dreadfully my classes celebrate the loss in a frenzied merriment of wine, Mardi-Gras faces, and Daemonesque madness!
6 I became undone.
7 Perhaps my real life and my fantasy life had some sort of weird convergence, but I tossed and turned in a white wicker chair in the dark recesses of my sunroom.
8 About another hour in, I awakened to the game.
9 The Giants were AHEAD, 2-0!
10 Naturally, I thought that it was some post-game wrap up, so I sort of watched, expecting that they had lost.
11 That's the weird thing about re-adjusting your sleep habits.
12 Turned out it was LIVE, and suddenly Brian Wilson, NOT the Beach Boy, was out there throwing his insanity at anyone and everyone who came to the plate.
13 He wound up giving up a home run, but also closed the door on the dreaded Dodgers.
14 I walked out to my garden thinking it was all a dream.
15 Nope.
16 The Giants beat the Bums, right before my hallucinogenic eyes.
17 And now I don't really know what to say.
18 Perhaps I could simply cut and paste Bottom's Dream from Midsummer.
19 Perhaps not.
20 The line between illusion and reality is indeed a thin one.
21 I had been semi-watching the game, and semi-thinking of things to throw out there for today's DN.
22 Sometimes ideas are simply thrust upon you, sort of like a hot bowl of spaghetti.
23 Worst analogy of the year, by the way.
24 But we are walking the dark, thin line between illusion and reality.
25 Yesterday I slept in, and thought I was going to have a bad day.
26 Instead, it was arguably the best day of the school year so far.
27 And yes, I had a glass of wine, but all the emotions of the entire year sort of caught me last night, so when the game went into a zero-zero tie, I slipped into darkness.
28 Pretty normal.
29 But now I'm a bit flabbergasted that what I THOUGHT happened didn't, and the Boys of Summer came through and beat the Bums of Summer.
30 Ya gotta love it.
31 Well, I was faced with the reality of awaking and writing the DN.
32 How do you write something so public when you are still existing in a dream?
33 Like this.
34 Like this.
35 I later went onto Facebook, just because it's sort of a mindless journey into the lives of people I taught, or with whom I worked through some amazingly glorious times at YB.
36 With all due respect, I was too tired to read all the things people had to say.
37 I decided that today's lesson plan will wrap up what we did yesterday, which TOTALLY rocked, and inch it into this concept:
38 What does the word "status" mean to you?
39 When I was younger, the word "status" meant something along the lines of "what happens to people when they worry too much about what others think about them", or some such nonsense.
40 We're working on a story about a woman who wants to be looked upon as almost a starlet, but who actually is simply middle class.
41 She longs SO much to be a member of the glittering, glorious, rich and wealthy class that it literally topples her life.
42 What a great concept in the New World Order of Facebook.
43 So that's where I've taken these guys: Let's talk "status".
44 The Daemons are at work again, but this time in a positive way.
45 This entire concept can go to the infinite recesses of the Universe.
46 All because I lived one reality while another reality happened. In my frabjous case, the reality became the dream.
47 Ah, a bit too deep, but what do you expect from a guy in the throes of what Poe called "Nepenthe", or "surcease of sorrow"?
48 Goin' deep.
49 I do that now and again, just to throw some separation between the DN and your ordinary blog. The DN has been around for fifteen years this Spring.
50 I think you might get the pic.
51 Gottago. It's like almost 10:45 at night, and it's close to midnight.
52 Homie don't go there no mo.
53 So peace to the masses.
54 This Old Brown Shoe is calling it a night.
55 Peace.
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