Let's Wrestle

Man o man o. I've been really into all this super sloppy early Joan of Arc crap, and American Football, and, please don't tell anyone, that Bright Eyes drivel, too, a little bit. Because I'm a vage, I think that I'll attribute it to the season Fall. Every fall, man, same five or six albums, just looping over eachother. Bring on the v-neck sweaters, bring on the bottles of wine and the typewriter!

On a non-emo note (so feel free to check out if you need to at this point--it might get quasi-polotical, here, for a moment), I went around touring the schools that I will be working at for my new jobie job. There are five of them, all featuring, prominantly, at-risk students that Len Munsil doesn't even know exist, and if he did, he's dig up some Agent Orange and spray it on the mashed potatoes for their lunch. These kids are pretty much societial throw-aways, and my new job is to go in to their schools and teach them how to write, and, more imporntantly, to let them know that college is something real, and tangable, and something that they can realistically make their own. In one of the schools we visited today, the three of us (our guide, me, the other dude that has my job) spoke spanish exclusively while at the school. And, you know, you're not supposed to speak spanish to the kids because they are there to learn english and all, but, damn, what the hell do you do when they seriously don't speak a lick? Well, you say, Screw this noise, and speak to them in spanish and find out that they're really sweet kids and you help them figure out how to use the Shortcut for Save As on Word so they can back up their story on disk. I'm pretty excited about trying to make a difference with some of these kids--just when I felt I had broken free from Idealism and embraced the darking dark of nothingness, I end up being the chick teacher in Dangerous Minds or whatever, trying to make a difference in the face of the gears of the killing machine (keep turning keep turning).

OK, back to sap-rock, mid-90s style. You got such a pretty voice, but you gotta get so/fucked up to-o sing...