Through Pen and Lens

The first time I saw the Chick-fil-A cows, I was in Houston on I-10 headed west on my way to the 45 South exit. I had just driven under 59, and as I rounded the curve with UH-Downtown to my left, to my right I saw a billboard with two cows, one on the other’s shoulders (Do cows have shoulders?), painting the sign, EAT MOR CHIKIN! Apparently, cows can’t spell. Thanks for joining the dyslexic giraffe in the education of America’s children. Did I mention that I was in morning rush-hour traffic? That billboard is what prompted my first visit to Chick-fil-A. It wasn’t that I didn’t know the chain existed or anything; they’re in the mall, but I had never ventured into one of the stores to sample the fare. It took two life-like cow statues painting graffiti on a billboard and a near miss on the freeway to hook me. Why do they call it a near miss, by the way? If it’s a near miss, doesn’t that mean it actually happened? Maybe bare-miss would be a better term. Think about it. But I digress. ...

Okay, who knows what I am referencing? Never mind. It's not important that you recognize it. Intertextuality is my game and is not for everyone. So, on with the show... We all have at least one a semester – the student that we want to just wring his/her little neck because he/she just can’t seem to get it. Oh, that I could video myself delivering that line so that you could come to grips with my frustration. They make us work even harder because we think perhaps he/she isn't the only one not understanding what we are trying to impart. Maybe we didn’t explain thoroughly. Maybe we should have given more examples, perhaps even, have done the assignment for them. After all, we already know what we mean/want. Yeah. I’ve about lost it, so good luck understanding what I mean, right now. Sometimes, I wish there was a direct portal through which to channel information, one that had no filters on either end, just pure information.  Never mind. We’d have heads exploding all ov...

Well, this morning, I've been whetting my skills, whittling away at the ins-and-outs of WordPress. I'm sure that if I didn't have fifty other things waiting to be done before tomorrow, I would spend the entire day whipping the pages into shape and learning how to load images that won't be misappropriated. There is supposed to be some widget for that. Weird. I thought Widget was a wacky wee Ewok. Not to be confused with a wombat. Wrong. That was Wicket.