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
Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
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
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Life at ISU
So today one of my classes got canceled which I agree is usually a good thing however, today it was not a good thing. I now have 5 hours between now and my next class with nothing to do. Of course when I say nothing it means that I'm hanging out in front a computer looking up really old text off of gutenberg.org because thats how I spend my spare time (when I'm not with Becca...wink...). Did you know that Bram Stoker wrote a sequel to Dracula? It's called Dracula's Guest, its quite interesting. Anyway I thought that I would take a break from being an English geek and post something here.
I've been thinking a lot lately about my mission to Rio De Janeiro and the people that I taught there, partly because I was writing a letter to Becca about taking her there someday and partly because very once in a while I miss walking around in Brazil. They have this dessert there called Habanero, a version of our French toast, that they only eat at Christmas. Well my first involvement with a baptism happened to be in December and so to celebrate the ladies of the Relief Society (called So-key Soak in Brazil, I was Elder Pencockey bytheway) decided to make a ton of this dessert and gave us the left-overs (read: a plate so full and heaping that we had to throw away 3/4 of them because they keep falling off unto the ground as we were walking home). The Brazilians are the embodiment of kindness when it comes to treating strangers with respect.
The reason why I am missing Brazil so much right now is because I started at ISU after being at CSI for so long. I'm use to the small classes, the teacher knowing my name, caring about how well I am doing, and mainly being able to talk to the others in my class and get to know them as a person not just another student who is trying to get my seat in the grad program. And this got me thinking about us here on earth, away from our Father and a place we feel comfortable in. How would it be if we could realize that we all are feeling that sense of loneliness and hang the competition in life? Sometimes I wonder.
Just something to think about,
Lance
I've been thinking a lot lately about my mission to Rio De Janeiro and the people that I taught there, partly because I was writing a letter to Becca about taking her there someday and partly because very once in a while I miss walking around in Brazil. They have this dessert there called Habanero, a version of our French toast, that they only eat at Christmas. Well my first involvement with a baptism happened to be in December and so to celebrate the ladies of the Relief Society (called So-key Soak in Brazil, I was Elder Pencockey bytheway) decided to make a ton of this dessert and gave us the left-overs (read: a plate so full and heaping that we had to throw away 3/4 of them because they keep falling off unto the ground as we were walking home). The Brazilians are the embodiment of kindness when it comes to treating strangers with respect.
The reason why I am missing Brazil so much right now is because I started at ISU after being at CSI for so long. I'm use to the small classes, the teacher knowing my name, caring about how well I am doing, and mainly being able to talk to the others in my class and get to know them as a person not just another student who is trying to get my seat in the grad program. And this got me thinking about us here on earth, away from our Father and a place we feel comfortable in. How would it be if we could realize that we all are feeling that sense of loneliness and hang the competition in life? Sometimes I wonder.
Just something to think about,
Lance
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