Someone sent me a little mini-survey that had the following question, and I thought it was too good to just leave in a sea of mundane questions about height and favorite ice cream.
Recall a favorite childhood game: Teaching. Yeah, that sounds incredibly weird, vague, and not like a game at all, but to me, it was endless fun.
she’s much cuter than i was
I was an in-betweener. With the exception of very few friends at school, i never really hung out with kids my age. I have 16 cousins on one side of my family, and only two main age groups; small and big. Right now that would be the 30-35-ers and 5-18-ers. Which means I am too young to sit around with the olders and talk about careers and babies, but too old to talk about high school woes and Power Rangers (even though in actuality i’m 8 on the inside!). I enjoy playing with the youngest ones the best because they help keep my imagination fresh and open. When I was younger I was the oldest kid on our block, so I became the ‘matron’ of sorts, by default. The fact that all the little kids looked up to me really made an impact; that I should be wielding this power for good. So, I set-up a makeshift classroom in our garage. Chairs next to tables, tons of paper and pencils, a globe, and one actual old school desk and school was in session. I always had at least one pupil (my sister didn’t really have a choice), but i usually had 4.
i would tell them things i learned, about human history, Pangaea, the rainforests and all the animals living in them, and try to read to them so it would be fun. It was kind of a hopeless thing, because they would listen and be amazed for a little while, but then would ask things about recess and color time, so i would get frustrated that they weren’t as fascinated as me. but hey, at least I tried, right?
Years later (like this year), my little neighbor girl emailed me to tell me how much fun she used to have in that class, even if she thought the subject matter boring. she liked how excited I was about it, and that made her stay. She said she probably wouldn’t have ditched school nearly as much in high school if just one of her teachers had the passion I had when I was 9.
When I was in high school I would help my friends study their vocabulary and history by reenacting pieces of history, or acting out a word. And you know, as stupid as it sounds, those were the words and times in history they would get 100% on. Goes to show that mnemonic devices really do help!
Maybe I missed my calling.
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I am reposting this from I don’t remember where, but I thought it would be a disservice if I didn’t. Just for everyone to read, for the Internet’s well-being.
Dear Mr. Kaps,
For possibly saving Polaroid as we know it, I thought you deserved a letter of your own. You eccentric businessman, you. You have made millions of indies, hipsters and photo-film snobs cry with joy at the fact that we won’t have to succumb to the new Polaroid POGO, ZINK or whatever crazy acronym they want to make up.
You have created a safe haven online gallery for polaroids, polanoid (which I used to upload to a while ago), and even sanctioned a Polaroid-only art gallery in Vienna called Polanoir. Your spirit of being “more than a business plan” is exactly the kind of thinking the world needs.
We Love You. We can’t wait to create memories instantly for years to come thanks to you!
Kisses and much love of instant memories,
The Little Pepper
photo by robert c
Watching the inauguration this morning, I noticed that there were a ton of hats in the crowd. Granted, it was about 26 degrees and with wind chill even less, and a hat makes you the smart (and enviable) one in the crowd, there was a sea of incredibly fashionable and daring hats. There was the “O-beanie,” a whole sea of warm ones, and I was finally able to find a picture of the guy that inspired this whole article, Mr. Red Fedora (above the First Lady’s wrist). Let’s not forget the always-fabulous Ms. Aretha Franklin and her utterly amazing hat:
care of mtv online
A lot of people say JFK’s inauguration began the decline in popularity of men’s hats in the US, but just because everyone pounds it into you doesn’t make it true.
If you’re thinking about hopping on the fashion bandwagon of change and sporting a chapeau, check out my top-rated sites:
January 19, 1943 – October 4, 1970
Happy Birthday, Mama.