I returned to the Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed, which I visited [broken link! FIXME] back in 2011 at Hongnong.
This class went so well, in so many ways. This isn't even the supposed "final" version – it was a sort of spontaneous practice we put together yesterday.
Trees doing art, as seen at MyModernMet.
Is this high concept art, or just weird? Or is it comedy? I incline to interpret it as pithy comedy.
Juk [rice porridge] for dinner, with kim [seasoned, cooked seaweed]. I'm in a juk-craving phase, lately.
Some random quotes from Sanford and Son. Huh? Why am I thinking about this? I was trying to channel Redd Foxx with some students. I was unsuccessful, lacking both generational and socio-cultural components.
Lamont Sanford: You know what they say, the truth will set you free.
Fred Sanford: Your uncle Edgar told the truth, and the judge gave him six months.Lamont Sanford: [about his cologne] It's called "A Day in Paris".
Fred Sanford: Smells more like "A Night in El Segundo".
Utterly unrelatedly, what I'm listening to right now.
Derma-Tek, "Payback."
I'm in a strange mood, feeling whistfully bitter. My just desserts, for trying explain the anthropic principle (in astrophysics) to Korean 8th graders. I was unsuccessful.
