Sitting in front of me in one of my classes is a trio of young women who could accurately be called a gaggle of gigglers. They’re possibly 20 years old, hopefully not more, and between the hair tossing and the “like, really” and the scrutinizing of each other’s clothing and skin pores, it is more entertainment than those of us behind them can stand.
Before class one morning this week they engaged in an animated discussion of how long a dropped piece of food can remain on the ground before it is rendered uneatable. The debate was between the giggler who said it was 5 seconds and the opposing giggler who swore the rule had been revised to 30. They all agreed that 30 seconds seemed like a long time but nevertheless that was the accepted update. I closed my eyes and tried to expand my mind to encompass this absorbing discourse but I was not successful. Between you and me, I stand firmly by the 5-second rule and that only applies to my kitchen floor. If you eat it off the rug you better be a dog. And I don’t care whose God you kiss that M&M up to, if it drops in public it’s roadkill.
Over in my computer LECTURE class, our instructor has deemed the front of the room the pulpit and has morphed from teacher to preacher. She is, in fact, the wife of a preacher and has told us she travels a great deal with her husband doing missionary work. This was strange news to hear in a classroom and things got stranger (more strange? Where is Mrs. D when I need her?) when our instructor asked for a show of hands of those students who paid their bills online. About half the class responded. Then she asked who did their banking online. Again, half the class raised their hands. She surveyed the room shaking her head and clucking that she was surprised it was that many. Then she said in her articulate, melodious, perhaps gospel-trained voice, “I envy the confidence you have in providing your personal information like that for the world to see. I myself do not trust the Internet.”
She went on to warn that her nephew now wears glasses because of the many hours he spent in front of the monitor playing computer games. It was definitely the computer games because poor eyesight does not run in his family. She then distributed copies of a junk email like the ones I chatted with you about in In Forward Motion and told us our homework was to investigate the bizarre information in it online that evening and report back the next day as to whether or not it had merit. She confided to the class that she has great fears about computer technology and how it has the power to spread misinformation. She actually did a great job of that herself since several students were visibly upset by the nonsense email just handed out and those might be the students without computers at home to consult. There are about forty of us in this computer class with no computers and possibly no real instructor and there will no doubt be more about this in upcoming blog entries. Say you’ll stay with me and say amen.
On the home front, Husband and I bought Daughter her belated birthday gift which was late partly because Daughter wanted a new digital camera and needed to get a hands-on experience before deciding on a model number. She trekked crosstown to B&H Photo on 9th Avenue for a test drive of the Canons and I don’t mind giving B&H a plug here because they are so unique and so professional. Their store spans an entire block on the west side and good luck finding parking or double-parking or even triple-parking. I ordered the one she wanted online and they’ll deliver it next week so she’ll have it in plenty of time for Israel. That means you’ll see the photos she takes with it in this blog in August and it also means I still have some time to be at peace with the fact that my favorite woman is going somewhere that hasn’t been at peace ever.
Daughter’s Featured Fotos today are all about Peace. Amen.
give peace a chance
how do i spell peace? c-h-r-y-s-l-e-r-b-u-i-l-d-i-n-g
happy feet will never hurt you
hallelujah for real. the gospel tent, new orleans jazzfest