Month: February 2012

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    1   How is it that getting involved in after-school activities has spread the field and made me go vertical?

    2   Football terms.

    3   Translation: by adding things I want to do to my personal schedule, I have taken the offensive on a workload that has seemed indomitable.

    4    Somehow, by singing tonight at our Red Cross talent show, and by working on Grease, I have actually lessened my workload. I stay longer at the school, but I also can sit in at the rehearsals and grade papers. If I were home I'd probably not be getting the grading done.

    5    My students are officially in a drama/Shakespeare/poetry unit, each of which can last several weeks.

    6    So they are working on skits and projects while I circulate, and then grade papers on the school's dime. They are finally having a little fun, and so am I. Skits generate less paperwork. And I was able to be at the very first rehearsal for Grease.

    7    Yesterday David posted the cast. We wound up with over forty kids in the cast, and still had to turn some away just because of the numbers.

    8     At the rehearsal, we had a read-around. While David, Rachel, and I sat on the stage, the students read from the seats in the audience. It was pure fun hearing that raunchy show come alive. David moved it pretty swiftly, leaving out the parentheticals, and playing each song perfectly on cue.

    9    With an initial speech about the importance of the project, and how it wasn't about individuals, David set the tone: We Go Together. After a sincere buy-in speech, he went into brief introductions, beginning with me.

    10   He told me to tell them my name, my year in school, and my role.

    11   I told them my name, claimed to be a sixth-grader, and saw my role as a support person.

    12   He said, "Tell them your role." I was confused, but I had forgotten that I will literally play a part in the show. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell people, or even if I have, but I have a role and a song in the production. SO fun!

    13   After the intros, we did the readaround. Some REALLY talented actors began to gel. At one point, in the drive-in movie scene, David, Rachel and I played the three people in the movie. We rocked it. All three of us hammed it up, and the kids loved it.

    14   The second part of the rehearsal saw the kids already grow, get louder, and get better. After Act One, we took a break.  I enjoyed listening to the the cast trying to sing We Go Together, because they made up their own  words to  "rama lama lama kadinga da ding da dong." I politely corrected them, and they laughed that I knew it.

    15   Grease has two things that slow it down: first, it has some really raunchy dialogue, much of which is hysterical, but a tad inappropriate. Most people who have ever watched the disco-soaked movie know this. The second thing that slows it down are some references so old as to be obscure to modern audiences. This issue did not go unnoticed in the 2007 Broadway revival, which changed a reference from Sal Mineo to Elvis.

    16   Sal Mineo was a young Sicilian actor whose mom put him in acting and dancing school as a child. As a teenager, he landed a role in Tennessee Williams' The Rose Tatoo, working alongside such theatrical luminaries as Maureen Stapleton and Eli Wallach. He went on to do some serious dramas.

    17   In 1955, he played a young boy in Six Bridges to Cross opposite Tony curtis, leading him to the part of Plato alongside James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause, where which he was nominated for Best Supporting Actor. In 1960, at the age of 21, he was again nominated for Best Supporting Actor in Otto Preminger's classic Exodus. He dabbled a bit in rock 'n' roll, and even had mild success with hits such as Start Movin' (In My Direction) and Part of a Fool, but his true calling was for theater

    18   After a tremendous film career, Sal Mineo's career slowly declined.  He had been stereotyped as a troubled teen, and as he got older, his market value slowly evanesced. With his career almost over at age 37, he joined a 1975  stage production of P.S. Your Cat is Dead in San Francisco. The show was well-received. Mineo received rave reviews as the show moved to Los Angeles.

    19    Following a rehearsal on February 12, 1976, Mineo returned to his apartment in West Hollywood. As he passed a dark alley, he was attacked and stabbed to death. Differing witnesses reported differing stories. An arrest was made, but the proof wasn't there. A year later to the day, a similar crime was committed to an actress named Christa Helm.

    20   Police immediately re-arrested a guy named Lional Ray Williams, a pizza delivery man who had been the initial suspect. After the death of Helm, Williams was sentenced to 57 years in prison for that crime, as well as for ten robberies. Although Williams claimed his innocence to his dying day, prison guards had heard him confess to the murder of Mineo.

    21   There is much more to the story of Sal Mineo than I have room for here, but it illustrates a point about period pieces.

    22   Sad story.

    23   The fact that his brief mention in Grease was scratched with a pencil and replaced with Elvis demonstrates the difficulty of doing a period piece. Grease is filled with references to forgotten rock heroes, 50's idioms, and classic television shows.

    24    I'm not that worried about those references. I know who Troy Donahue was, and I know who Sandra Dee was, for instance. The students likely don't.

    25    The audience will be young and old. Grease has that power. It also has a couple of touching scenes at the end, when we finally begin to care about some of these characters.

    26   The young people who come to the show are going to be there to see their friends, and to laugh at a lot of the raunch. They won't understand Fabian or Troy Donahue, but it probably isn't very important. I remember not knowing who Betty Grable was when we did See How They Run in my senior year of high school. I had heard of her, but when my friend Steve's Humphrey character looked at a magazine, he muttered, "So THAT'S Betty Grable," it was lost on much of the cast.

    27   It made no difference to me, and it slipped past the younger audience. The older people laughed. They knew who Betty Grable was. All gams.

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    28   Well, it is getting to be the middle of four a.m. again, and I find myself in need of a little rest after chasing down the Sal Mineo story.

    29   I have a long day ahead of me, with teaching, an IEP, a dress rehearsal for the Red Cross after school, and a performance that opens at six.

    30   My cough feels almost gone, so wish me luck. I'm on early in the show if you want to come up and enjoy it. We're at Evergreen Valley High School. Google it and get directions.

    31   I'm doing a Sinatra tune, and I'm dedicating it to my Dad.

    32   So I do have to pull away here and get a little more shut-eye.

    33   Have a great day, and if you're in the neighborhood, come on up to the Chill on the Hill and enjoy the evening. It's for a good cause.

    34   See you soon.

    35   Peace.

    ~H~

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    1   Let's hear it for Prop 8 finally being put away.

    2   How embarrassing.

    3   I watched a documentary about The Who in which Roger Daltrey talked about how completely weird he thought America's treatment of black people was when he was a kid.

    4   He was born into a war-torn Hammersmith area of London. He was born during a World War II air raid. As a kid, he lived in near poverty like most of the people in that struggling area. Blacks and whites were equally poor, but Daltrey remembered being shocked that Americans had rules that blacks had to sit in the backs of buses, and had to use separate bathrooms. In the documentary Amazing Journey: The Story of The Who, Daltrey said he thought those sorts of laws in America were barbaric. He absolutely couldn't wrap his head around it.

    5  That's pretty much how I have felt about the ban on gay marriage. Really? It's 2012 and the "land of the free" still won't let two people who are in love marry?

    6   Some day we will be just as embarrassed about Prop 8 as we should be about our ridiculous delays on slavery and on civil rights. If we are the "land of the free" we had better walk the walk.

    7   I'm still amazed that marijuana isn't legal. I guess it is legal in many ways, but what a ridiculous ban. Who cares if someone wants to smoke a joint now and again? Its a lot safer than people who get hammered on booze. Anyone who wants can get weed anyway, so what's the big deal?

    8   Okay, I'm going a bit off here, but last night I was thinking a whole lot about the "land of the free" that finally has liberated everyone who should have been liberated anyway. The gay marriage ban was finally declared unconstitutional.

    9   Duh.

    10  What we ought to spend our time doing is getting together an enormous class-action against the alcohol and tobacco industries for attempted genocide.

    11  Moving on, Part the First: Sorry.

    12   I'm sure I have alienated and pissed off half the people who sneak a peek at this nonsense.

    13    Don't care.

    14    I'm right; you're wrong. It's as simple as that.

    15    Neener, neener, neener.

    16    You don't like it, wrtie your own stupid thing.

    17    I still claim I don't write this thing anyway. Some punk ass possessed moron writes this. I just have to sign off on it.

    18    This greatness was thrust upon me.

    19    What sensible human being would spend each middle-of-the night writing foolishness that causes people to occasionally have their oatmeal go through their noses?

    20   I'm nothing. Who cares what I have to say?

    21   I am, however, a self-delcared Yankee Doodle Dandy.

    22   I will not apologize for advocating freedom. Freedom is the theme of today's DN.

    23   Moving on, Part the Second: Whew. Feisty.

    24   Uh, yup?

    25   Okay, enough of that.

    26    I've been out of it lately. Did some guy named Sanitarium just beat down some guy named "Mitt" in some Republican WWE Wrestling Mania match or something?

    27    I've been too busy really to read the news, let alone report on it.

    28    I've also been having a blast lately.

    29   Something about having my life threatened has turned me into a guy with a cliched new lease on life.

    30   Yesterday, for example, I had to blow off a Grease audition to attend a union rep meeting after school. I was supposed to be both places at once. At around five o' clock, a couple of students from the Grease auditions came in to get me. They mumbled something about "tech". I gave them the five-minute sign, finished the meeting, and went into the theater.

    31   Turned out it had nothing to do with Grease. Those auditions had already ended. The students who came and got me had a dress rehearsal for Thursday night's Red Cross talent show, and they wanted me for a sound check. Someone somewhere had emailed me that I had volunteered to perform.

    32    Yesterday afternoon I got an email saying I had supervision at this thing. At first I thought the thing was last night. Too many dates. I wish I could have had this many dates when I was in high school.

    33   <rim shot>

    34   Anyway, within seconds I found myself up in the booth talking sound with techies.

    35   They asked me what I was going to sing. I said without hesitation, Fly Me to the Moon.

    36    I handed them my iPhone, which has the karaoke version. They handed me a wireless mic.

    37    A rock band was doing a screaming sound check of some Led Zeppelin song on the stage. When I used to run talent shows, rock bands were always a delicate situation.

    38   During talent show rehearsals, rock acts have a tendency to feel they are somehow entitled to an hour sound check, while everyone else will check for three to four minutes. Rock bands tend to see themselves as headliners.

    39   If  there is more than one rock band, the first one to get to the organizer of the event will "volunteer" to perform last. It's easier that way, as there isn't equipment out during dances and things.

    40   The person running the show usually agrees to this, because it is easier on them to put a rock band on at the end of a talent show.

    41   The issue becomes this: they could be the lousiest band in the world, but they have made themselves the headliners. Other bands get pissed because now they have to "open" for the other band.

    42   Random Sidebar: <The clock radio is playing I've Got You Under My Skin by Sinatra, as I write this. Isn't that cool?>

    43    Back to the Theater: So I was in the booth while the band on the stage rocked the house. I could see the director of the talent show losing a little patience, because other acts were showing up at designated times and being put on hold.

    44   I was in no hurry. I enjoy rock, but I also understood the situation. They thought I might be annoyed at having to wait for the rock band to finish. I wasn't annoyed at all; in fact, I rather enjoyed the music.

    45   I also enjoyed that I was going to be an easy act to get on and off the stage.

    46   So they had my iPhone all set, and I held the wireless mic. I had worn my usual coat and tie to the rehearsal. The kids in the booth were really worried that I might be annoyed by the delay. One techie said, "Do you need anything else, Mr. Harrington?"

    47   My response: "Ya got a hat?"

    48   Moving on Almost, Part the Thoid: My parents were both Sinatra fans. I grew up listening and loving Old Blue Eyes. In 2009, when my Mom was ill, I learned eight Sinatra songs, and practiced them every single day after school. I had a microphone and speaker in my classroom. After around an hour of grading papers, I would take an afternoon break and go through the tunes.

    49   I gained a huge respect for how amazing a singer Sinatra was. There's a reason he is famous. I could almost match him note-for-note in the first half of each song, but what made this guy incredible were his finishes. I would try to match him on lines like, "Please be truuuuuue, in other words...in...other words: I love...beat beat...you!"

    50   I could never touch the guy. And even though I could match him note-for-note, his control of his head and chest was simply incredible. The guy had a velvety voice. And no way could I finish off a song the way he could. Not in this world, not in the next.

    51    Moving on Almost, Part Four: The kids laughed at the hat comment, which made me laugh too. I worked my way down the stairs and went to my bag. I had a classic Sinatra hat stuffed in there. I pulled it out, put it on, and swaggered to the stage.

    52   I was actually frightened. I wanted that rock band to play forever. My cough, while on the wane, was still very much tickling my throat, and I was certain that I was going to choke. The stage manager, a patient young lady, came up and gave me my entrance instructions. I told her that I would do whatever they needed. I had told the techies that their cue for the music was my pointing to the booth. I was pretty confident for a guy whose voice has cracked and crackled for almost a month.

    53   I stayed calm, even though there was a theater full of talent much better than I.

    54   The stage manager finally gave me my cue. I walked to center stage, and the lights blazed into my eyes. I said,"Hi." Character foil to the rock band. I put my left hand in my pocket and pointed to the booth. The music blasted, sounded awesome. I road that wave and sang better than ever. Magic moment.

    55   The entire theater moved down to watch me, and I broke into a mild smile. Somehow my voice worked. There were catcalls and whistles. Ya gotta love it. I was elated that my voice had made this miraculous comeback.

    56   The stage manager wanted me to do it again with the music quieter. I said, "Why the heck would you wanna do that? They'll hear my voice." Mild laughter. I did a second take with the music quieter and my cough settled back in. It was a bit more gravelly, but nobody noticed. I was still on key, but the power wasn't there to clear it.

    57   It was okay. When it was over, I asked the stage manager, "Need anything else?"

    58   She seemed dazzled. "No, that's great! Thank you!"

    59   "So I could go home now?"

    60    "Oh, sure, fine. Thank you Mr. Harrington."

    61     It was fun. I guess I came off as a bit of a hero after the rock band. In a way, it wasn't fair, because I really loved hearing the rock 'n' roll.

    62     I gave a smile and a wave. It was one of those rehearsals that just works. We had a few of those over the years.

    63    I remember one talent show years ago when we had some relative of Carlos Santana on our stage. They began playing a set of congas.The beat was the same beat as Sympathy for the Devil but with an awesome Latino flair. I strapped on my twelve string and dashed to the stage. I put a mic in front of my twelve, and began playing the simple chords. Within seconds, several other musicians jumped on the stage, all from different bands, cultures and generations. Everybody joined in. Singers crowded around mics.

    64    In no time, I had this massively talented band backing me as I stepped up to the mic. "Please allow me to introduce myself..." and we were off. The entire Theatre chimed in with choruses of "Woo, woo!" Classic.

    65    I also remember Ponticelli's band doing U2's Where the Streets Have No Name spot on. I was in the wings on that one, but the entire opening synth was loud and amazing. Astonishing.

    66    Two others, and then I'll go, I swear.

    67    One was the golden era version of Bohemian Rhapsody. As I recall, Shawna Fleming did the voices perfectly, and Ponch brought the band. Abolutely amazing. Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

    68    And finally, the dress rehearsal where we all did side two of Abbey Road. We worked the harmonies for hours, and finally nailed it. The Theatre almost lifted and floated away that evening. Our live performance the following night lost it a bit, but that dress will live with me forever.

    69   It's fun to be living again. Last night was an utter blast, exactly the same.

    70   And my voice told me that I was alive, and ready to enjoy escaping the shackles of grading, and of being owned.

    71   I was liberated.

    72   That's how this DN started. It began with freedom, and it will end with freedom.

    73    This is officially the longest DN ever.

    74    Maybe it is appropriate that it is.

    75    To freedom. Salud.

    76    Peace.

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    1   Sat in on call-backs for Grease yesterday.

    2   I forgot what a HUGE show this one is.

    3   Especially for a school that has never done a musical.

    4   There were interesting things happening though.

    5   First, I was able to sneak a bunch of paper grading in from 3:30 to almost 7 p.m. It was quite easy to do, and to be fairly discreet about doing. I would simply do it when kids weren't auditioning.

    6   This cut my work load down considerably. I also was able to watch a show unfold. As in any audition, there were awesome performances, and there were mediocre performances.

    7   I'm still not officially a director. I'm more of a support and a semi-team member. I have kept my presence really low key. But David (the director) and Rachel (the vocal director) and I are in a bit of a groove. The students are in excellent hands right now, and I'm really beginning to see that it is unfolding quite naturally.

    8   My cough has almost vanished. That's pretty important as well, because while it seems unrelated, it was nice to sit in at an audition and not have coughing fits going on. I also will hopefully be able to see my Dad this week.

    9   The lockdown two weeks ago changed me considerably. It might sound corny, but it certainly gave me a new lease on life. I've had time to practice guitar. I've cut my paperwork down almost fifty per cent. I've gotten involved in things I love to do. I'm eating better. And today I'm going to begin my fun stuff.

    10  The California High School Exit Exam is today as well. We have three teachers monitoring my room. One of the three is David, ironically!

    11   I gave a mock test yesterday and my students threw the kitchen sink at it. The only students who did poorly were the ones who added at the semester. We reviewed the "test" yesterday with shows of hands of how many people got each question correct. By and large, these guys scored exceedingly high. At one point, I blurted, "WHO is your TEACHER???"

    12   It was actually a pretty easy question they all got right. I humbled it with, "I had nothing to do with that answer. You could have gotten that one right in third grade!"

    13   I fully expect my students to do well today. Our class monitors are David, and another wonderful teacher, Melinda Panes, an English 4 teacher at the school.

    14   I just like how that all came about. The odds of me getting to work the test with David are pretty high. I'm guessing at times we could trade notes on the auditions.

    15   I saw a glaring error he made in casting yesterday. I kept quiet, because I don't know that I should have any say in casting. He and Rachel did a fantastic job of placing the exact people I would have in the parts. There was one exception, but he might have been too excited about almost having a cast to have noticed it.

    16   Other than that, a lot of it was exactly the same. The immortally awesome Shawna Fleming used to give me a rating system on singers, along with a few notes. That helped immeasurably, because you definitely want powerful singers in the leads. Rachel does the same thing. It is really helpful. 

    17   My  feeling always was that I can turn a singer into a good actor, but I can't turn a good actor into a singer.

    18   One discovers this over the years. It also seems to be a common conclusion we all come to. Sad but true. When I was a senior in high school, I got beat out for a major lead in Finian's Rainbow because I had no real musical training in voice.

    19   I was upset, because I knew that I could sing. My audition was with my friend Steve Banchero, and I thought we did an amazing job of acting together. Steve was and is an awesome person, as well as an incredible musician. The directors saw that instantly. I saw everything from the point of view of an actor. I honestly thought I had done the best job acting.

    20  The directors didn't see that. They saw a guy who had no vocal training. I'm guessing now that I might have reached for notes that weren't there. I sang because my family sang. Music and singing were a natural part of my growing up. Dad used to play piano, and my sisters constantly played songs from musicals. We all enjoyed singing.

    21   My older sister Linda brought a bunch of friends over to our house when they had auditions for Guys and Dolls. They sang and laughed at all those incredible songs. Linda directs for an elementary school up in the Sacramento area. We talk shop all the time when we get together at Dad's.

    22   She never got a part either. My other sister Gayle got fun parts. She was Minnie Fay in Dolly! and Nellie Forbush in South Pacific, which was in her senior year. Gayle sings semi-professionally at all sorts of places in the Bay Area. She remains an awesome talent.

    23   I became the Sheriff in Finian's, a part I absolutely loved. I was a villainous fellow, whose main thing was "Ain't no one gittin' marrid around here!" We sneaked Gayle's current husband Chris into the show by inventing a "Third Deputy" at auditions. His job was to be a "yes" man to me. He got the non-part. I don't think the directors ever knew that there was no "Third Deputy" in Finian's. We naturally laugh about that one to this day.

    24  In my senior year, our director, Ric Nazarenus had been approached by a young guy named John Irvin to do the Who's Tommy. John went on to play the Daltrey part brilliantly.

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    25   Tommy was THE album that put the Who over the top, and which identified Roger Daltrey as Tommy, and as one of the greatest rock icons in history. Have a look:

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    26   It was an exciting time. Back then, Broadway hadn't yet gotten a hold of that masterpiece. Ric had written Glyn Johns to see if we could get the rights. We began rehearsals without them.

    27   About a month into the Show, we gathered for a rehearsal. Something was amiss. Ric put the cast and crew in a circle at center stage, with lights dim. We crossed arms and held hands as he told us that we couldn't get the rights to do the show. The auditorium fell silent.

    28   I brought up the fact that at school dances, rock bands used to play covers of all sorts of great rock songs, and that they don't have to get rights. "Why can't we just do a series of tunes that happen to be from Tommy? We could call it 'The Amazing Journey!' Who'd know?"

    29   That sort of idea, as ridiculous as it might sound, always comes up in situations like this. I know a local school that did Grease year after year by simply re-naming it.

    30   Dangerous stuff, if you consider lawsuits and all. Did we care?

    31   Nah.

    32   We went on to do Tommy. Someone suggested we change the name from The Amazing Journey to Our Amazing Journey so that it would be more special. I hated the idea, because I thought The Amazing Journey sounded tougher. Daltrey is a tough guy, so I didn't like the softening, but everyone else liked it. I kept that to myself.

    33   I had the dubious pleasure of landing the role of Uncle Ernie, Tommy's abusive uncle. I naturally loved it, because I liked being stereotyped as a villainous sort. Chris, the Third Deputy, knew a lot about music at the time, and he tried to get me to match pitch on one song, Tommy's Holiday Camp. When Ernie would sing, "Camp with a difference, never mind the weather, when you come to Tommy's, the 'olladie's forever...," I was supposed to go down to a lower note on the word "camp". I didn't buy it. I wanted to sing it high, which probably sounded horrible now that I think about it. That was my lack of musical training. I didn't bother listening to a musician. What would a musician know about music?

    34   It didn't matter. We had a blast on that show. The first time we heard the Overture, we all melted. The band was incredible. Most of them became good friends after the show.

    35   Our closing night was our last show, an emotional draining. We brought the audience up on the stage, everyone singing "Listening to you, I get the music, gazing at you, I get the heat, following you, I'd climb a mountain; I get excitement at your feet!" We gave everyone in the audience daisies. It was an absolute love-fest. I used this device later in my first Godspell.

    36   Flash forward to yesterday's auditions for Grease. At one point, the boys auditioning sang a tune called Those Magic Changes, an almost religious salute to the four greatest chord changes in music: C Am F G7. You hear those in a billion old rock songs, including Teenager in Love, Silhouette's, This Magic Moment, and of course We Go Together from Grease. They come in and out of the show throughout, a sort of statement and a salute to the purity of old Rock.

    37  Here is a Godspell-like version from the Broadway revival of Grease. The actor is Sam Harris, and I absolutely love the staging. Simple and soul-wrenching.

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    38  One problemetic sitch with Grease is that it is always remembered as a sort of disco-film with a bit of rock thrown in. The Broadway script is completely different. It keeps those magic changes, and salutes the era with almost religious fervor.

    39   It was an era when kids were told that the world could blow up within minutes. Young people went loony. Rock 'n' Roll was arguably launched from the absolute fear of the end of the world.

    40   A few years back <wink, wink> we had an identical situation take place at YB. Ponch had called Samuel French, the company that handles Grease, and asked if it was available in our area. The guy he talked to said something to the effect of "Well, I can't really tell you that it's okay, but if you have some of the music and a script, I'm not going to tell you not to go into rehearsal."

    41   And so we did. About a month in, we were informed that some professional company was doing it in our area, and that we couldn't do it. I did a replay of Ric. I circled everyone at center stage and informed them that we couldn't do it, that I thought they were an awesome group, but that it was too late to start another show.

    42   Shawna said, "Failure...is not an option."  I looked at the faces of those amazing students, and said, "Let's do a rock 'n' roll show!" I quickly wrote a somewhat mediocre script that gave us excuses to do a bunch of songs from that era. We researched the history of rock 'n' roll, and brought in all of the great songs. I called the show Three Minutes to Midnight, a reference to the nuclear clock that moves the minute hand towards midnight or away from midnight, depending upon the world situation. Midnight is the end of the world.

    43   We jammed for a couple of months, and did a bunch of dandy rock tunes: Chantilly Lace, At the Hop, Get a Job, Dancin' in the Streets, Donna, Cryin', and a ton of others. Buddy Holly became everybody's hero.

    44   If memory serves, we ended with a children's piano version of Holly's Every Day.

    45   Fun Show, although I was never too happy with the script. It never mattered; we had a fun time, and it remains a great memory.

    46   We have acting call-backs today, and a read-around tomorrow. David must be sleepless tonight, if I know casting.

    47   So Grease is officially about to launch, and I'm happy to be in on that one. I'm pretty excited to be a part of a show once more. I haven't committed to it yet, because I have to keep my schedule free, but I don't mind being a consultant, as well as a support for this massive project.

    48   So it's moving again on the 4 a.m. so I'm about ready to re-tuck and cover.

    49   More to come.

    50   Peace.

    ~H~

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    1   2012 Football Predictions: 0 for 2.

    2   Ah, vell. I eat crow for the second game in a row.

    3   Out with the old, in with the new.

    4    A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words, Dept: Bizarre final touchdown. The Giants didn't really want to score a touchdown. They wanted to sit on the one-yard line and allow the clock to go down to the teens so that New England's Tom Brady would have virtually no time and no timeouts to institute a comeback. But the Giant's Ahmad Bradshaw sat down on the goal line, and squatted into the end zone. That could have been the biggest blunder in Super Bowl history. Fortunately for Bradshaw, Brady didn't get it done.

    5   I wish I had Tweeted that they should call it "The Squat" for all eternity, because that's what it looked like. It would be deserving of a champion that at one point in the season was 7-7, with losses coming from Seattle, Washington, and Philly.

    5    Immortal Pats' coach Bill Belichick admitted to allowing his defense to give up everything so they could get the ball back quicker.

    6   I'm not trying to be sour grapes here, but the Giants were at best a mediocre team all season. The fact that they had to squat to win is fitting.

    7    I guess what I'm saying is, yeah, I am sour grapes. These guys got blown away by the Saints.

    8   Water under the bridge, I suppose.

    9    If you win the Super Bowl on a blundered play, then the world knows.

    10   Ah, vell. At least Madonna lip-sank beautifully.

    11   Pretty gaudy show, ending with a middle finger upraised.

    12   Not Madonna's fault. She was good, but with a Milli Vanilli feel, honestly. Worked perfectly with this Super Bowl. As I said, fitting.

    13   Well, I'm pretty glad that football is officially behind us. Great season, lots of great games, but the Super Bowl dog-and-pony show is always a bit overdone to me.

    14   Would I have felt the same way if my Niners had won?

    15   Ah nah.

    16   Congrats to the people of New York, and to the entire New York Giants' organization. You did it, and nobody else did. That's the bottom line. You are the champions.

    16   Moving on, Part the First: Can we move into Spring now? I'm one of those guys who would like to see a little rain before we officially get there.

    17   The "beautiful" weather has been a nice thing, I suppose, but I can't figure out how it has been so dry this year.

    18   I will naturally say that it's a government conspiracy, as always. It is; I have proof, but why go off sounding like a madman?

    19   Because I can. My DN. Neener neener neener.

    20   Moving on, Part the Second: It's the middle of 4 a.m. and I've just awakened after a weird Super Bowl and seven hours of sleep.

    21   It's pitch black except for all the things that have magic lights, which includes a virtual galaxy of electronics.

    22   I'm realizing the closing walls and ticking clocks surrounding me.

    23   Time moves on, at an extraordinary rate.

    24   And so this is Monday.

    25   Christmas this year was so stressful that I still hear holiday songs chiming through my frabjous mind.

    26    I feel like the government planted some sort of Christmas brainwashing chip in my head.

    27   I don't want to sound like a madman, but they do that you know.

    28    I'm pretty sure a man with a black hat came into my house, did some sort of Christmas surgery, and put a music chip inside my brain.

    29   Some sort of shadow guy from outer space.

    30   Ah nah.

    31   I just wish it would rain. I want the air moist. Still have that annoying cough. Can't see old people or babies. Drives me mad.

    32   Just rambling here. Super Bowl hangover. Not a boozy one, just an everything-occasion-has-to-be hyped hangover. What's next?

    33   Oh yeah. Valentine's Day. Great day for men to go broke. Flowers go up 300 per cent. Looking forward to that one.

    34   Our school goes nuts on Valentine's Day. It is arguably the most popular day of the year. Everybody gets Valentine's except people who don't get Valentine's, which is the reason they should eliminate Valentine's Day and all Tuesdays from the register.

    35   I'll throw in Columbus Day, which is akin to Germany's Hitler Day, and New Years, the white guy New Years, and auld lang syne, worst song ever.

    36   Christmas and the Super Bowl I'll keep.

    37   And miles to go before I sleep.

    38    Look, I need rest, and it's only Monday. If Tuesday had been eliminated, tomorrow would be Wednesday.

    39   I oughta run for President. Those would be a couple of my platforms, along with free pizza.

    40   I'd be good.

    41   I'm gonna get some shut-eye. It's the half-past of four a.m. I have to awaken in two hours.

    42   That would give me lots of sleep. And lots of miles to go in spite of it.

    43   So I'm logging off.

    44   Have a great Monday. Don't argue about the best Super Bowl ad. There were none. That's a fact.

    45   Okay, so I'm logging off.

    46   You keep saying that.

    47   Ah, shut up.

    48    Peace.

    ~H~

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    1   It's Frideeeeeeee! And it's normal again.

    2   Super Bowl Frideeeee!

    3   I'm all about my boy Brady. Bay Area guy who was a huge Montana fan as a kid playing a team that most likely doesn't deserve to be there.

    4   When the Niners began tanking a few years ago, I had to have a second team to follow. I saw Brady, who had the same sort of swag Montana has, and decided that they would be my second team.

    5   That's how pathetic the Niners were, and I emphasize the word "were".

    6    Still not sure of how I feel about it, given that we have been priced out of the market for season tix.

    7   The Super Bowl just doesn't have its luster this year. I'm not trying to be sour grapes, but I think the New York Giants are there on a fluke.

    8   A team that was practically .500 the entire season has no business in a championship game.

    9   But they are there, making this one of the most un-Super Bowls ever.

    10  I'll watch. It's the American way.

    11  To be honest, I haven't read the sports all week. I know nothing about things. In fact, I haven't had time to read the paper. I felt removed all week from all that is going on in life. At least until yesterday.

    12  Moving on, Part the First: All of that might be directly related to the lockdown which took place exactly a week ago today. I still can't say a lot about it. I think you have to have been  threatened by someone, and then have gone through your work going into a "full lockdown" in order to get it.

    13  I can now say publicly that I was terrified beyond words. Some day I might tell the entire story, but I can now tell a few more things. I found a letter left in my room saying I was going to be killed last Wednesday. Two days later, we went into the full lockdown. There was news media and helicopters and cops.

    14   I had to barricade my room really fast. The student I knew wrote it was four doors down the hall. I worried about my students. I emailed my family that I loved them. My heart pumped. My temples felt like bass drums.Some of  my students were petrified, but most remained cool and calm.

    15   At one point my door shot open. I almost had a heart attack. It was the police. They couldn't get through my barricade, so I removed it.They briefly checked my room looking for the kid who had purportedly Facebooked he was going to "shoot up the school" the night before. I handed them the letter.

    16   We then barricaded the room again. The students were huddled together on the floor. Each minute seemed an hour.

    17   The letter that the kid had left for me later turned out to be some verbatim quote from a video game, or some such nonsense, and it wasn't related to me.

    18   But it was written in second person, and talked of violently killing a person described as me. It used the word "you" and seemed clearly aimed at me. The student was really angry with me, because I had told him he could try studying a little harder.

    19   There is so much more but I simply can't say much because there is still stuff going down about it. The story is still real.

    20   I can say this: it turned out to be an enormous misunderstanding, and I'm really glad that it was.

    21   Moving on, Part the Second: After it all cleared up last Friday, I immediately began appreciating all things around me.

    22   I know we all think that we count our blessings, but that day put it to the extreme. I stopped grading papers and took Helene out to lunch. I picked up my guitar and began learning new techniques. I went online and thought about taking my family to Disneyland. I talked at length with my Dad. I gave assignments that were easy for the students, but that gave me time to grade papers in class. I went down and watched auditions for Grease. I re-connected with old friends. I ate lots of vegetables and good foods.

    23   And yesterday I put my room back in natural lighting from the sky. I also played a ton of Jack Johnson tunes while they worked on their grammar exercises. When my third period class came in, Banana Pancakes played to the same class that was barricaded for several hours a week earlier. They are a wonderful class of seniors. I love all my classes this year, but this one bonded from the first day of school. They were the class that was locked down.

    24   A third of those wonderful students had me in their freshman year, so there is this special bond.

    25   Banana Pancakes and Breakdown are two of the songs that almost define my classroom. I'm not certain, but I think they are both from Curious George. This time of year I play lots of Jack Johnson when they do desk work. It gives a nice vibe to the room.

    26    I had put a JJ mix on at the end of my first class, so that happened to play yesterday those awesome kids came in for third.

    27   The daylight worked as perfect lighting for the room. When they came in, everything finally looked and felt normal again.

    28   They sensed it too. They could tell I was a bit out of sorts all week because of the lockdown.

    29    It took the entire week for me to return to normal.

    30   It is now exactly one week since the lockdown.The kid I thought had written the note confronted me, and we talked it through. He completely understood it was all a misunderstanding, and that he thought he had thrown the "letter" away. He said sometimes when he is upset he writes down words from his video games, and that it had nothing to do with me.

    31   I advised him that you don't talk about bombs in a airport, and you don't write things about killing people at a school. I'm pretty sure he understood, and he's gotten back to his normal routine.

    32   I look back on this week as a chance to pry my life loose from all the paper grading. I still have to do it, because my school produces. But say what you will, last Friday was the most terrifying day of my life. I don't think I'm being a drama queen either, because I put that sort of stuff behind me years ago.

    33   I literally thought that I was going to be gunned down, and that the guy was going to take some students with him. Didn't happen, and everything twisted, turned and finally came back to normal yesterday, when we all enjoyed Banana Pancakes for breakfast.

    34    I definitely saw that entire experience as a major wake-up call. My behaviors this past week were almost a subliminal means of getting back to family, friends, guitar, theater, sports, and everything else I love.

    35   Today is going to be fun. I should be able to play more music in class and have time to finish up the lion's share of papers during class.

    36    When I got home yesterday I instantly did about four loads of laundry. It had sat around a little after last week, so I finally jumped in and did it. I never appreciated laundry so much. That might sound random, but it is also behavior coming from someone who experienced a true-life trauma. If you are excited about laundry, then you have good news.

    37   Laundry is cleansing. I also washed the TOOOOOONDRA, and washed my driveway down.

    38   I can't wait to go to school this morning. It is February. This is the time of year I put it in gear.

    39   It's Frideeeeeeee! And it is normal again.

    40    Have a wonderful weekend. Go Pats!

    41    Peace.

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    1   Testing the Waters, Part the First: Yesterday I did a bold thing. After our staff meeting in the Theater, I hung out for a few minutes talking with Matt Hall, our guitar teacher.

    2   We walked over to his room, which is attached to the Theater building.

    3   Matt's room is directly next to that of our Drama teacher, David Chavez.

    4   Matt is a young, incredible teacher. We fell into talking about work, and how if you are going to be a going to do well in the business, you have to sacrifice a lot of personal hours.

    5   I told him that I stay each day anywhere from two to five or six hours just so that I could out-distance everyone else. I almost have to at my age, because it keeps me young, and my mind sharp.

    6   As we spoke, there was absolute electricity going on all around us. Students were running around dressing up and practicing for the upcoming Battle, which is the EV equivalent of YB's F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C.S.

    7   Students were also running around practicing for auditions to Grease.

    8    I told Matt that one of the reasons I was still hanging out was that I wanted to watch auditions. David told me long ago that any time I would like to come in and visit, it would be an honor.

    9   The first time David and I actually sat down and talked was earlier this year. His room is amazing. He has posters of all sorts of Broadway shows and classic films hanging on his walls. He is everything a director should be.

    10   When I was the Activities' guy, I supported the performing arts so much that many clubs got angry because I had put a policy in place that the Performing Arts' Department had the absolute priority of booking the Theater, and that clubs had to pay for professionally trained staff to use the equipment.

    11  This protected the facility. I also insisted on a no-food-in-the Theater policy. I saw that we had a pristine, beautiful Theater, and I wanted it and the Performing Arts' Department in control. Without that policy, fifty-plus clubs would want to go in there with amateur training, and would establish traditions that would eventually destroy the place.

    12  Needless to say, the Performing Arts' Department liked the policy. I had similar policies regarding usage of the gym, which I felt the P.E. Department should control, and the library, which I felt the librarian should control.

    13  I also saw to it that the Activities' Director would control our cafeteria, Cougar Hall, which was a perfect place for clubs to have their events. One of my thoughts was of getting a sound and lighting system in there, as well as curtains, and an easy-to-set up stage.

    14   I got new state-of-the art portable stage in there, but finally stepped down from the job because I didn't like being in a "glass house," which Cougar Hall literally is. It has large glass windows looking out on the Quad area of the school. It is EV Central.

    15   I liked running the place though, because it gave me an opportunity to show the clubs that it is a fantastic place to perform events. With proper sound, lighting, and imagination, it became the second theater in the school, and the real Theater remained protected from overuse.

    16   At first I took a lot of flack from club advisors, some of whom thought that every club should go through training on our sound and light systems so that everybody should have access to the booth.

    17   All I thought of was fifty advisors bringing in groups of three to five students and having their hands all over our light and sound board. BIG "Nope!" from me, and just as big a "Nope!" from our principal at the time, Cari Vaeth, who was a huge fan of the performing arts.

    18   Eventually, Cougar Hall became an incredible second theater at the school. It was practically indestructible. We had  the new stage, a great rolling sound system, and many a large venue. Many clubs learned how to get creative with the venue, renting extravagant lighting and sound systems. Eventually, the performances in that building became better and better.

    19   We had fashion shows, cultural shows, talent shows, dances, and various other events, most of which raised money for good causes. One year, the International Thespian Society, one of three "drama" clubs, put a dinner/theater show on, a murder mystery with a meal from Pasta Pamodoro, a local hot spot in the Evergreen area, with aruably the best home-baked bread in America.

    20  Our environmental club, Forever Green (get it?) was founded by the same group of students who were in drama, and in the International Thespian Society. They were founded under my watch in 2007, and put on shows in order to raise money.

    21   Because their advisor was the drama instructor, they had built-in tech support, and were able to use the school's Theater, perhaps a bit unfair, but they had students who took tech classes, and an advisor who was the guy who ran the Theater. In other words, they had solid, college-trained professional theater techs and directors as their advisors.

    22   The bottom line: In 2007, three separate groups on campus had professional theater people training young actors, so six years later, acting became one of EV's major strengths. But they still never had a musical.

    23   When I first got there, the first thing I thought of was bringing in a major musical, and the one I thought of was Grease, because it is SO widely known, and was famous for sellout crowds everywhere it plays. Who doesn't know the songs from Grease?

    24  I saw it as a virtual gold mine for the community. When I was much younger, there was a theater in Burlingame called The Encore. It was this awesome art deco film theater similar to a smaller version of San Jose's California Theater.

    25   I used to go there as a kid to watch movies. It had this incredibly 30's feel to it. It had a mirror ball that dazzled me. The second floor had what used to be a bar area. I envisioned people lounging in there, slipping down cocktails during intermission.

    26   I had just graduated from college when I saw that The Encore was for sale. The selling price: $100,000. I dreamed of going in there and  of building a Repertory theater. The Encore sat at the base of the Broadway area of Burlingame, but still near the rich houses in the Hillsborough area for anyone wishing to open a business to take notice.

    27   I lived in Los Altos at the time, was subbing and directing at Mills High School in  the Millbrae/Burlingame area. Ironically, Mills was our rival high school when I was growing up. Their director was a fellow by the name of Allen Knight, one of the greatest directors I ever met.

    28   Allen went on sabbatical years ago, and I was hired to direct at Mills. Huge shoes to fill, and  huge shoes to fill teaching students who were used to nothing less than perfection. I learned fast. Perfection takes hard work. I was down.

    29   I also learned that most theaters leave their doors unlocked. I  began a small habit of wandering into community theaters to see how things were, and knew that most directors, without actors and rehearsals going on, would love to chat about themselves and their theaters. Bold stuff, but if you push the door open and test the waters, they will usually let you in.

    30   Los Altos had a small theater group called L'Act run by Foothill College professor Doyne Mraz. It was basically a corrugated steel barn that Mraz had turned into a mini-gold mine. At that time, you had Foothill and virtually nowhere else close to get a theater fix.

    31   Mraz was a bit of a legend in the community, and a bit of a dandy. I knew all this when I went in to talk to him about how to set up a community theater.

    32   I remember opening the door and walking in like I owned the joint. He at first looked at me funny, but when I told him I was a young director with four shows to my credit, he welcomed me. We chatted about community theater, and he told me that if I could somehow purchase that theater in Burlingame, it could become quite lucrative, and that it wouldn't affect his local theater at all.

    33   Do you see where this all his headed?

    34   I Googled Doyne Mraz last night and found that his students have made a Facebook for him. I don't know if he is the father of Jason Mraz, but I always suspected. Still don't know. But how many people have a fluky last name like that? I'd be proud of that one.

    35   When I talked to him, I found him charming and articulate. We talked for almost an hour. I thanked him and headed out to chase my dream of building a community theater.

    36   Unfortunately, I had little money, and found quickly that not everybody buys into your dreams.

    37   Eventually I gave up on that one. I wasn't savvy enough to ask people for money, or for help. The Encore eventually got taken over by a church group run by a guy named the Rev. The legend goes that the Rev tried restoring the Encore to its 20's/30's splendor, but  lost his battle.

    38   Eventually the Encore was demolished purportedly in a day because it was highly susceptible to earthquake damage.

    39   I was by that time beginning the Yerba Buena Drama Workshop, and had completely forgotten the Encore, and my dreams of establishing a community theater.

    40   Professor Mraz has recently been hospitalized and is doing fine, according to his family. I never really knew him except for the few times I would talk to him about my dreams. He wouldn't remember me, but I do remember him.

    41   Yesterday during all the bustle going on while Matt and I chatted, David, our Drama director, came flying by. He stopped, and broke into an enormous Cheshire grin. We instantly talked Drama, and Grease. With no hesitation, he invited me to sit in on auditions.

    42   I smiled and said, "I'm so overworked right now that I couldn't possibly commit myself to anything, but I'd love to be a guest."

    43   We walked into the Theater, my first time watching auditions in seven years. Time stood still. David and I took our seats at a table right in the middle of the Theater. I was suddenly a judge on American Idol.

    44   The students had designated audition times. David got all set up, and quite soon the first student came in. She was one of my former students, a brilliant girl who I had seen in their earlier production of The Crucible. I told her I was just a guest testing the waters, and she relaxed.

    45   It didn't occur to me that my presence might have scared a few kids. I reassured them that I was just observing, and most of them relaxed.

    46   What followed was a stream of singers, dancers, actors, and dreamers. To say it was a mini-American Idol would be an understatement. There were nervous auditioners, bold auditioners, hilarious auditioners, talented auditioners, and broken-hearted auditioners.

    47   They were all dreaming. At around 4 o' clock, the vocal directer, Rachael came in. She had a Hal Leonard score of Grease in her hand, and she was amazingly good.

    48   The auditions went on for almost four hours. I couldn't help taking notes, especially on the major talents, and there were some major talents.

    49    I had to leave a little early, as did Rachael. We all shook hands, and had a tall regard for one another's professionalism.

    50   David told me that I was welcome to come down any time, that he could use all the help he could get.

    51   I was just excited to see a dream I had in 2007 unfolding before my eyes. I also saw some astounding talent both in acting and in singing.

    52   The vibe was pretty good. Some of the drama kids looked a little nervous that I should enter their audition, but I reassured them that I was just a guest. Naturally, if a kid was astonishing, all three of us would see it instantly. Other than that, I tried to stay out of any decision making.

    53   It felt great doing that. I'm pretty certain I could grade my papers while the vocal coach works on voices. Right now I sit in my room grading papers each day. While it's nice and quiet, it also seems that I should be balancing my life a bit more.

    54   So without committing to anything, I hope to keep testing the waters. I really would like to be a part of this Show, because it could be bringing something huge to our school, and to our community. I would very much be honored to be a part of that, since it was my  original dream back in 2007.

    55  It might have been my dream all those years ago with the Encore.

    56  Right now I'm just testing the waters.

    57  The end table next to me just clicked twice.

    58  Time to nap, and then to go back in.

    59   Have a great day. I fully intend to.

    60   Peace.

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    1   I've been teaching tons of grammar these days. Not exactly a riveting thesis for today's DN, mind you, but certainly the first thing I thought of this morning.

    2   In the past few years, I have had tons of fun teaching literature, and having coffee houses, magazines, skits, and other fun things going on in my classroom.

    3    This year, having sophomores and seniors, grammar needed to replace a lot of things. For the sophs, the California High School Exit Exam appears next week. That's the bubble test they need to take in order to graduate. The seniors severely need a refresher course before college.

    4    So I armed them thoroughly. Our school has virtually no grammar books, because back in the eighties a movement to get rid of grammar was set in place.

    5    At the time, I kidnapped some of the old Warriner's grammar books and saved them from the metaphorical book burning. Other teachers laughed at me because the idea was that immersion in books will automatically teach the students grammar. <basketball buzzer>

    6   I recently bought an older copy of Warriners from Amazon for ten bucks. It was the best purchase I have ever made.

    7    The students and the teachers are all held accountable for massive grammar instruction. The CAHSEE has large amounts of grammar questions. Our pacing guide insists that we teach mountains of grammar. The standards demand it. On the other hand...

    8    The school has terrible grammar resources. The books we have teach one concept and give about three or four mini-exercises in order for the students to master complex concepts.

    9    I have shot WAY past nouns and pronouns and all of that to some highly complex writing for the students.

    10  They don't all like it, but I have been brainwashing them with correctness. I tell them that I write virtually every single day of the school year, with the exception of weekends and holidays, and that I STILL find huge grammatical errors after I have edited three, four, five times. It often gets published publicly.

    11   That is partially the fuel that runs the DN. And readers of this nonsense know that I have often made errors with the three "theres". I know the rules, for gawdsakes, yet I find glaring errors almost every day.

    12  Granted, I write this in the middle of the night with one eye open and the other closed. My spelling will be ridiculous sometimes. I have spelled "the" "teh" more times than you may ever know.

    13   While writing the DN, I'll often experiment with concepts I am teaching.

    14   I write my own vocalary lists from SAT books. I even use the International Phonetic Alphabet to help the students with pronunciation.

    15   It's a swell list each week, and it includes upside-down "e"s and vowels with party hats.

    16   For the record, the upside-down "e" is called the "schwa" sound.

    17   It is the wound of the "u" in butter and the "o" in other. I ask my students if they know what sound the schwa makes.

    18   It looks as though Mayweather knocked an "e" on its keester.

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    19   It looks like this: ə. The thing got hit so hard that it highlighted the rest of this DN. I can't undo. That's some punch.

    20   What I like about teaching grammar is that I can copy chapters from Warriner's and make small handouts. It takes around four seconds to get a week's lesson plans done. I don't want to rely on that, because I'm much more into letting students interact and do projects, magazines, masks, skits, poems, and all the rest.

    21  Grammar is actually easier, because I don't have to be quite as involved as when I bring my lessons more alive. I still have them interact in groups, and I seldom put my own answers to things out there. Every chance I have I allow them to teach one another. We come together in larger sessions and trade work. I do the homework I assign instead of relying on a teacher's manual.

    22   Quite often, a sharp student will come up with a better answer than I.

    23   I intersperse all of this with music. When they are in groups, I quietly play every sort of music you can imagine as a nice background.

    24   I'll circulate and listen to them change sentences that are incorrect, and they will ask me all sorts of grammatical questions. They are starved, believe it or not.

    25   I have brainwashed them into conciseness.

    26   Moving on, Part the First: Grammar isn't always a hot topic for most people. I'm pretty sure the only reason I brought this up was that last night I awakened at around 2 a.m. and thought, "Oh, that's right. The DN is already written!"and then I drifted back off until four.

    27   I woke up to, "OMG! The GRAMMAR lessons are automatically done! You mistook that for the DN, you moron!"

    28   It's sort of like being late for work or class. You know how you sort of shower cold, jump into your pants, and button your shirt so that the left side is around a foot longer than the right?

    29   And the first words out of your mouth are "Oh, @#$%!

    30   Ah, yes. The coffee in the car, inevitably spilling on your shirt or blouse. The looking in the car mirror to see if you aren't hideous.

    31   Yeah.

    32    It was somewhat like that, except that it's around 5:30 now and I don't really need to be anywhere until eight.

    33   So no harm done. The coffee is perking. The radio is on. The dog has gone out. All good gifts.

    34   We have a short day today anyway. We are going to talk about "The Black Binders" today, at least I think we are. The Black Binders are these two or three inch binders they gave us last week or the week before. They are to prepare us for a visit next year by the Western Association of Schools and Colleges.Very big deal. They accredit schools. They are big guns. I always tell my students that we are going to be visited this year by the WPC. Someone will always ask, "What's the WPC, Mr. H?" My answer: "White people with clipboards."

    35   I sort of like them, because they make schools better. It's just a pretty intimidating thing. All professional organizations need accountability, or we would have a bunch of hee-haws spending taxpayers' dollars.

    36   So the Black Binders are thick and frightening. To many teachers, they spell hours of extra work, and they aren't happy.

    37   My own experience this year in particular has been I have worked ridiculously long hours, giving up much of my time to the school. I'm not complaining, because I enjoy going in completely prepared for each week. I liken it to NFL players going into each game ready for war.

    38   The Black Binders look like hours and hours of extra work. I saw that as soon as they broke them open. We were told, "You WILL do this. You WILL make action plans. You WILL put goals. You WILL implement!"

    39   I understand what our Admin is up against. It just came off as a tad aggressive, and people don't like sudden shifts in their daily routine.

    40   I sense a backlash against the Black Binders. I personally think there are easier means of getting accredited, but that's just an opinion. As a professional, I'll try to do whatever they ask.

    41   That's what I walk into later today. The clouds are gathering. Disgruntled teachers might cause a scene today.

    42   No news.

    43   I had plenty of news yesterday. Lots of things, and prayers to my daughters, who lost one of their favorite dance teachers yesterday. Prayers to our union president, John Blair, who announced he has cancer, and will be leaving after this grading period. Prayers to my Daddy, whose kidneys are finally gone. Prayers to all of you out there going through a lot of the same stuff.

    44   To me, you are news. And it is not always up to me to print your personal things.

    45   Just know that I read everything, and I send all my lovin' out to everyone going through this sort of stuff.

    46   It puts things like Black Binders into perspective.

    47   And to the Adage gang, I send all my love to Miss Kathy, to her family and friends, and to all of you. She was and is fantastic.

    48   Have a reflective day.

    49   Gottago.

    50   Peace.

    ~H~

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    This is dedicated to Miss Kathy, her family and friends, and to all of the beautiful Adage girls. Read the lyrics and think of Miss Kathy's smile.

    For Good

    (Elphaba) I'm limited
    Just look at me - I'm limited
    And just look at you
    You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
    So now it's up to you
    For both of us - now it's up to you...

    (Glinda) I've heard it said
    That people come into our lives for a reason
    Bringing something we must learn
    And we are led
    To those who help us most to grow

    If we let them
    And we help them in return
    Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
    But I know I'm who I am today
    Because I knew you

    Like a comet pulled from orbit
    As it passes a sun
    Like a stream that meets a boulder
    Halfway through the wood
    Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
    But because I knew you
    I have been changed for good

    (Elphaba) It well may be
    That we will never meet again
    In this lifetime
    So let me say before we part
    So much of me
    Is made of what I learned from you
    You'll be with me
    Like a handprint on my heart
    And now whatever way our stories end
    I know you have re-written mine
    By being my friend...

    Like a ship blown from its mooring
    By a wind off the sea
    Like a seed dropped by a skybird
    In a distant wood
    Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
    But because I knew you

    (Glinda) Because I knew you

    (Both) I have been changed for good

    (Elphaba) And just to clear the air
    I ask forgiveness
    For the thing I've done you blame me for

    (Glinda) But then, I guess we know
    There's blame to share

    (Both) And none of it seems to matter anymore

    (Glinda) Like a comet pulled from orbit
    As it passes a sun 
    Like a stream that meets a boulder
    Halfway through the wood 
    (Elphaba) Like a ship blown from its mooring
    By a wind off the sea
    Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

    (Both) Who can say if I've been
    Changed for the better?
    I do believe I have been
    Changed for the better

    (Glinda) And because I knew you...

    (Elphaba) Because I knew you...

    (Both) Because I knew you...
    I have been changed for good.

    (Elphaba) I'm limited
    Just look at me - I'm limited
    And just look at you
    You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
    So now it's up to you
    For both of us - now it's up to you...

    (Glinda) I've heard it said
    That people come into our lives for a reason
    Bringing something we must learn
    And we are led
    To those who help us most to grow 

    If we let them
    And we help them in return
    Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
    But I know I'm who I am today
    Because I knew you

    Like a comet pulled from orbit
    As it passes a sun
    Like a stream that meets a boulder
    Halfway through the wood
    Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
    But because I knew you
    I have been changed for good

    (Elphaba) It well may be
    That we will never meet again
    In this lifetime
    So let me say before we part
    So much of me
    Is made of what I learned from you
    You'll be with me
    Like a handprint on my heart
    And now whatever way our stories end
    I know you have re-written mine
    By being my friend...

    Like a ship blown from its mooring
    By a wind off the sea
    Like a seed dropped by a skybird
    In a distant wood
    Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
    But because I knew you

    (Glinda) Because I knew you

    (Both) I have been changed for good

    (Elphaba) And just to clear the air
    I ask forgiveness
    For the thing I've done you blame me for

    (Glinda) But then, I guess we know
    There's blame to share

    (Both) And none of it seems to matter anymore

    (Glinda) Like a comet pulled from orbit
    As it passes a sun 

    Like a stream that meets a boulder
    Halfway through the
    wood

    (Elphaba) Like a ship blown from its mooring
    By a wind off the sea
    Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

    (Both) Who can say if I've been
    Changed for the better?
    I do believe I have been
    Changed for the better

    (Glinda) And because I knew you...

    (Elphaba) Because I knew you...

    (Both) Because I knew you...
    I have been changed for good.



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