hard to believe we’re weeks away from sending our latest batch of seniors out into the world.
where did the year go?
one highlight: teaching Steinbeck’s The Red Pony and riding my “pony” through class, yee-hawing at the top of my lungs each period. thoroughly embarrassed the crap out of my students. it was good.
if i’ve not said it recently: i love teaching. i love teaching English. i love teaching high school English.
Beach Daydreams, my man? from scott rust on Vimeo.
“So, what do you DO out there while you sit on Pensacola Beach?” they ask me.
“Daydream, usually,” is my reply.
“Daydream about WHAT?”
Here’s the answer.
2010 South Bend Urban Adventure REDUX from scott rust on Vimeo.
My cousin, Christine, and I ran the 2010 South Bend Urban Adventure Race together – this is a goofy video of the results of that race.
Shot entirely on a cheap Sony Cyber-shot camera, this film was not planned in any way. Due to rain early on, I wasn’t even sure we’d be able to take pictures. That we ended up with this much decent footage was a major surprise. Enjoy! (or not!)
http://www.urbanadventuregames.com/
This video was edited using Adobe Premiere.
how am i preparing for my English certification exam? the only way i know how.
dunno what kind of spider this big thing is
but it just about got me while i was cutting the grass.
thick, sticky, huge web from the magnolia tree to the ground. thought i was a goner. figured lise would look out the window hours later wondering where i was and see this monster sucking away at my juices.
bleah.
where is satan sockpuppet?
there he is! he’s trying to get a toke off scott’s great-grandpa’s meerschaum pipe!
silly satan! nevermind that it reminds you of the sweet fires of home! don’t you know that smoking will kill you?
back in december of ’05, lise & i came to pensacola for a week of relaxing, vacation, shell hunting, and catching our collective breaths.
the average daytime temp in december is around 65° – water temp in the Gulf is pretty close to that, too.
now, when we pulled out of cincinnati, the temperature was 22° and snow was on the ground. we know cold, right? coming to pensacola was like driving into summer – incredible! 43° difference – we may as well have been on another planet!
shorts, sandals, t-shirts all around. sure, we packed pants and pullovers for evening, but during the day? psh!
half way through the week we’re in our swimtrunks, out in the water, hunting for shells, amazed that we’re the only ones on the beach a mile in either direction. we’re drenched and loving every minute of it. pure heaven!
a lone figure appeared, shuffling across the sand in our direction. we didn’t think anything of it until the figure came closer: it was an older woman, dressed in multiple pairs of pants, a pair of winter boots, and a long winter coat with a fur lined cap pulled tightly over her head. on her hands were a thick, warm pair of gloves. it was obvious that she was quite cold.
it’s like the Far Side cartoon with the dinosaur and the walnut-sized brain somehow able to walk through an open field and bonk its head against the only tree visible in any direction – she was heading right for us. to be polite, i got out of the water and lise and i were ready for whatever she might be asking.
she approached us, looked us up and down, and stated in no uncertain terms, “Y’all Yankees.”
well, what could we do? lise and i looked at each other and got the giggles – not the rude kind, but the oh-darn-we-been-caught kind.
she looked us over again, shook her head and said, “Ain’t nobody here in Pensacola that’d be caught in the water this time o’ year. Y’all Yankees.”
and i turned to the woman and said, “well, i reckon so.”
stupid in a really funny kinda way.