Slighcarp and Grimshaw

Just a quick note to say that I’ve got things in the hopper that I really want to have time to write about. I’ve got something simmering in the back of my mind about The Anatomy of Disgust, an article I read in Harper’s about the water-treatment facilities buried below New York City, and Two Girls, One Cup. And then, last night, Jeff and I watched Princess Raccoon, which we think is weirder than Pippi. I’ll say this quickly about Princess Raccoon: I’m never letting my dad talk me into renting something again by telling me that he’s “really interested to know what you think.” I’m positive this was code for, “Please tell me if this movie is so strange it’s good or the biggest pile of hoo-ha you’ve ever seen.” I believe the flick was somewhere between those two poles, but probably leaning closer to hoo-ha. He has temporarily lost his recommendation privileges.

I’m off to prep for school, as always. Next week is the big Quality Review and I’ve been told my principal hand-picked me as a representative of excellence in special education. This means I have to have 100%-differentiated-100%-of-the-time lesson plans for the second half of next week. If this sounds like some kind of pedagogy BS, I can tell you it is. Unfortunately for my writing life, I still have to deal with it.