Showing posts with label Normal Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Normal Life. Show all posts
Friday, June 27, 2008
A Picture of Rio
I realized after I after that poem about Rio, that maybe not many of you have seen the city. So here's a couple of my favorite pictures of that beautiful city.
Funny thing...
In order to earn my share of the bills around our house, I teach computer classes at night for CSI. I just started teaching my new round of Buying and Selling on eBay last week when a funny thing happened. My started class as usual, telling my students that my name is Lance and I'm an english major at ISU and that I hoped you would have fun and learn a lot during the course. After about 2 hours of getting them logged into eBay (I was proud of myself, 2 hours is not a long time when they don't even know where the shift key is!) and I logged myself in.
Of course I don't use my real name as my username, I go by Olsen Potter in almost all of my online transactions, and so when I logged in the screen said, "Hi, Olsen Potter". Normal, I thought, I mean I had told them my real name at the beginning of class.
I was taken back for a moment then when all of my students started calling me Mr. Potter. Not one to ruin such a perfect moment for a joke I replied, "Please, just call me Olsen." Which they then proceeded to do. Funny.
But it got even more funny when I went to tutor the next day and my boss came in to tell that she would have to fire me. Why? I asked. Well, one of my students complained about me never showing up for class. Flabbergasted I defended myself as any upstanding young man (under 25, contrary to what Becca thinks, is still young), would of done; I threw up my hands and said of course I showed up last night. And then my boss, who knows me to well, started laughing and said, "She said you never did, but she sure enjoyed Mr. Potter's class."
Go figure...
Of course I don't use my real name as my username, I go by Olsen Potter in almost all of my online transactions, and so when I logged in the screen said, "Hi, Olsen Potter". Normal, I thought, I mean I had told them my real name at the beginning of class.
I was taken back for a moment then when all of my students started calling me Mr. Potter. Not one to ruin such a perfect moment for a joke I replied, "Please, just call me Olsen." Which they then proceeded to do. Funny.
But it got even more funny when I went to tutor the next day and my boss came in to tell that she would have to fire me. Why? I asked. Well, one of my students complained about me never showing up for class. Flabbergasted I defended myself as any upstanding young man (under 25, contrary to what Becca thinks, is still young), would of done; I threw up my hands and said of course I showed up last night. And then my boss, who knows me to well, started laughing and said, "She said you never did, but she sure enjoyed Mr. Potter's class."
Go figure...
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The Final days are here
Not to be outdone by my wife (it took much pushing and nudging for her to post something on this blog) I am typing this to you all at 11 pm, when I should be doing one of those unfinished projects. Writing blog-posts is loads more fun then discussing the meanings of colors and how they apply to the many different versions of love found in Salinger's Nine Stories. Besides, I just finished watching a hideous movie entitled Becoming Jane which painted Jane Austen as a love sick puppy whose only work with reading was Pride and Prejudice which is just plain wrong.
Moving on...
Finals have begun for me this week. I have 4 papers, 2 presentations, and 1 final exam which involves a couple of black pens, 8 different books, and as much logical bull crap I can use as filler text for my already dried up brain. Almost makes me want to hang the sense of it all and stay home playing WOW. Ah...but then the books keep calling my name like spurned lovers that live next door and never move away. True that could be because books can't walk, I've broke the spine on most of them, but then again they can't really call out my name either so...
I want you all to know that I have completed a life long dream of mine. No, the novel is a couple pages, chapters, drafts, decades away. I started a t-shirt company with one of my friends. We call it snagtees and, hopefully, we'll have a website up fairly quickly. More on that in future posts.
Another happy note: I finally get to teach a class that I enjoy starting next week. Digital Scrapbooking for Beginners. Originally I was an graphic design major before I was an English major (why did I change? I hear the monitor asking me, well it had something to do with Anne Sexton and Douglas Adams and realizing I can't draw) and so I enjoy putting together pages on the computer where my limits are set by what I can think of.
More pushing and nudging will be involved with getting Becca there. I just hope her leg is well enough for her to sit through the class with me.
Till next time, I'm working on a new poem to post. I'm sure you will all love.
Lance W. Pincock
Moving on...
Finals have begun for me this week. I have 4 papers, 2 presentations, and 1 final exam which involves a couple of black pens, 8 different books, and as much logical bull crap I can use as filler text for my already dried up brain. Almost makes me want to hang the sense of it all and stay home playing WOW. Ah...but then the books keep calling my name like spurned lovers that live next door and never move away. True that could be because books can't walk, I've broke the spine on most of them, but then again they can't really call out my name either so...
I want you all to know that I have completed a life long dream of mine. No, the novel is a couple pages, chapters, drafts, decades away. I started a t-shirt company with one of my friends. We call it snagtees and, hopefully, we'll have a website up fairly quickly. More on that in future posts.
Another happy note: I finally get to teach a class that I enjoy starting next week. Digital Scrapbooking for Beginners. Originally I was an graphic design major before I was an English major (why did I change? I hear the monitor asking me, well it had something to do with Anne Sexton and Douglas Adams and realizing I can't draw) and so I enjoy putting together pages on the computer where my limits are set by what I can think of.
More pushing and nudging will be involved with getting Becca there. I just hope her leg is well enough for her to sit through the class with me.
Till next time, I'm working on a new poem to post. I'm sure you will all love.
Lance W. Pincock
Monday, March 24, 2008
Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher.
Hey everyone,
Happy Easter. I hope that you all had a wonderful day celebrating the Resurrection and the love of Christ. We spent that day with family (one great thing about marrying someone from the same area, we get to be with both families on holidays). I have three nieces, one of which is quite the little pill, Emma. She could not find a single egg and so she came over, grabbed my hand, and said, "You hid'em, show me was they is". Funny little tike.
"Anyway" I digress.
Starting in a month I will be teaching a class at CSI entitled, "Music and Texts". At first glance this seemed like a big break for me. I thought, "Yes, I finally will be able to teach something involving books!" Not so. This class is for those people in the world who want to learn how to use their cell phones, want to learn how to text, and can not bring themselves to asking their kids for help. Again. So for the low cost of 40 dollars they can receive not only a lesson in using their phone but a huge amount of self-esteem and the ability to go home and text their kids, "Ah!"
Personally, I have no comment on this cruel twist of words.
Professionally, I think is was ruder then an elephant at the zoo flicking its tail and in so doing flinging its Sickening Hogwash of Inhospitable Turds on everyone.
Professionally speaking, of course.
Lance
Happy Easter. I hope that you all had a wonderful day celebrating the Resurrection and the love of Christ. We spent that day with family (one great thing about marrying someone from the same area, we get to be with both families on holidays). I have three nieces, one of which is quite the little pill, Emma. She could not find a single egg and so she came over, grabbed my hand, and said, "You hid'em, show me was they is". Funny little tike.
"Anyway" I digress.
Starting in a month I will be teaching a class at CSI entitled, "Music and Texts". At first glance this seemed like a big break for me. I thought, "Yes, I finally will be able to teach something involving books!" Not so. This class is for those people in the world who want to learn how to use their cell phones, want to learn how to text, and can not bring themselves to asking their kids for help. Again. So for the low cost of 40 dollars they can receive not only a lesson in using their phone but a huge amount of self-esteem and the ability to go home and text their kids, "Ah!"
Personally, I have no comment on this cruel twist of words.
Professionally, I think is was ruder then an elephant at the zoo flicking its tail and in so doing flinging its Sickening Hogwash of Inhospitable Turds on everyone.
Professionally speaking, of course.
Lance
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Another Saturday
Hey Everyone,
We decided that since everyone had a blog we should make one too. Of course our life constists mainly of working, reading, and finding as much time to be together as we can.
However, this Saturday is different because I (being Lance) have no papers due this next week so we are free to do whatever we please. (You should read that as meaning: We get to clean the house, then help Sandy clean the town house, then go to the store and buy milk and eggs, then help some random guy named Gunther fix his photos, then maybe, if time permits, read a little from Love in the Time of Cholera. Like I said, whatever we want.).
Tomorrow we get attend a fireside about the building of the Twin Falls temple, and then the week will start all over again on Monday.
What a beautiful life.
Lance and Becca
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