Whassup, suckah?

[arisbe]

As a fifth grader put it my first week of teaching (not counting college and university).

Well for one thing, I am noodling away in my paper journal, thanks to one of my friends here, not kesil, it seems, who mentioned Noodler's ink the other day. Last night, ordering Chinese at Ollie's, I circled three items on the takeout menu, and ran it under the hot water when I got home. And yes, these colors don't run. This black, at least. I well remember the day my wallet got so wet in the rain that a phone number on a slip of paper ran away. And when I'm in a mood for something a bit brighter I'll take the one, two or three train down to City Hall and the place under the mosque, which has the full line.

I am writing at something digging up some stuff from my past, from the end of eighth grade, when I was denied the education appropriate to my tested intelligence on the basis of racial profiling. My wife, passing the computer, saw certain words and phrases, and came down hard that I have to be very careful not to offend certain people. It is about, or at least takes off from, holocaust denial. The Armenian holocaust. Not that I'm Armenian. Just a wannabee. Such a pretty script. (I am also partial to the Aramaic and Bengali. Maybe even Tibetan and Mongolian. Not that I can read anything in any of these. Yet? At my age, who am I kidding? But you never know.)

Comments

[kesil.livejournal.com]

This is new to me!

[arisbe.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. I wonder who it was...