Davis students teach me about ethnicities (again)

me: So what was the conflict in this film clip? Jorge?
Jorge: man versus man
me: Good, and how do you know?
Jorge: Well, that white girl wanted to, you know, mess up that other girl.

-beat-

me: Um, aren't they all white?
Jorge: Oh, yeah but you know, Miss, the white white one. With the yellow hair.

The clip was from Little House on the Prairie. Further proof that only blondes are really white.

C'est fini!!

Finally! Thank goodness.

Chillicothe "librarian."

Mom: actually only people with an MLS
that's a Masters in Library Science
are real librarians
no way
I'm more about customer service
today we had a patron's truck towed
I'm THAT kind of librarian
Me: HAHAHAHAHA
Mom: he still doesn't know
unless the towing company or police called
I wonder if it will make the newspaper Police Column

I am from--

dry leaves piled up high in the street gutters, so tall that small children wading through are covered up to their necks

the smell of cut grass and hose water—sprinkler water
claddagh rings and crucifixes blessed by the Pope (which Pope?) and rosaries and saints’ medals
hooded sweatshirts—so many that rows of them hang unused in the basement, rediscovered occasionally on visits home

the fear of being unprepared, and of cicadas and their crunchy shells

everything in a Ziploc bag
tea at night with sugar and a plate for the tea bag
the scar on my knee from sledding down the ravines in the old neighborhood
the yellow and seafoam green of our kitchen
the way my dad laughs on the phone with his relatives
dominoes, Sequence, hearts
my grandmother’s olive carpet and squeaky floor
Paparazzi for birthdays
breakfast out for Sundays
taking a jacket
leaving the light on so when you come home late you feel like you are missed

My most favorite place to be away from home.

It's strange way your brain ties memories to particular images so that years later, when you see some photograph, you will feel exactly the same way you did upon your first experience of the place. Existence is such a beautiful thing.

http://curiousexpeditions.org/?p=78

--if you're anything like me, you will have a better day just remembering these places are always there.

(thanks Mom!)