I recently joined Twitter, and guess what? Twitter is lame. It's like blogs but without substance or context. Facebook is better, though not much. It's like blogs without substance or context but with videos, links, and photos. So it's lameness with awesomeness at the same time. And it's voyeuristic. And I get incredibly intimidated every time the Facebook thingy wants me to update my status or whatever. Even more intimidating? Twitter. Because I feel the pressure of coming up with instant wit, and instead come up with instant banality, and then get cold feet and cancel. All highlighting my inner insecurities, none of which, somehow, do I feel when blogging. STRANGE!!! Anyhow. Twitter is lame.
A. is working like a MAD DOG on her new show. New stuff on her website:
CHECK IT OUT! She's also going to be in the Modern Art show at the Modern Hotel, Boise's only legitimately cool bar/other stuff place, in May. YAY! I am now A.'s publicist. I will tweet for her.
E. is now officially potty trained. She took to it like a rabid dog takes to horse piss, whatever that means. That E. is a champ. One barely has to parent her, except to tell her not to be so demanding. E. calls A. "Demanda," which is, how do you say, hilarious. She calls me Daddo. It's like "kiddo," but with dad instead of kid. She also recently plowed her way through
The Divine Comedy and is working on a commentary on the Gospel of John. What a KID!
School is good. We're doing research essays and Transcendentalism (again!). Three years in, I'm finally starting to get the hang of this teacher business.
Applying to grad school for next fall. Perhaps I will be a Bronco. I will have to get them to change their school colors. Bright blue and bright orange: My two least favorite colors. I will get them to change the colors to gray and olive green. And the mascot will be the Coltranes. Or the Banana Slugs. Poets? Something wussy and olive green.
And that, as they say, is all.
