Hope Radio

Facebook has turned into a political wind tunnel. That's what a friend of mine says. I tend to agree with him. On the other hand, I have found some usefulness in it. I think it has less to do with the windtunnel affect and more to do with the cement shoes you wear and the quality of plastic in the goggles you wear. I like having a place to put links and to mull things over without ads and likes.

I googled "How to recover your blog on Blogspot" and following the directions found this blog in seconds, but not the one prior to this one. I've spent a million more seconds wondering about how to find it than I did actually finding it. I've missed writing. I'm back.

State testing is stressful for all concerned. This much professional energy could impact these kids in far better ways than this.

Just came from a life celebration for a Galveston young man who was shot to death a couple of weeks ago. He was a good, kind young man full of promise killed by some bottom feeders, who have no idea what they have done. I hope they get to find out. If that sounds vindictive. Good. I was going for vindictive.

Yup. I interviewed today. I don't know how I did, but I answered from the cuff and I didn't care, if I made it past district or not. Four years ago I was on a growth plan at another school. The big bowl of suck stew was even steamoer because I had gone from being thought of as this great teacher to an insecure, blithering, nose bleeder with no boundaries. My fuck you was totally broke. What I know now is that it was a person's opinion of me. They made it hard to do my job. They put me down, bullied, even sabotaged. I did not have the resources I needed to meet their expectations. A terrible time yoked with my divorce, hateful, vindictive in laws and a new relationship had me looking for rock real estate cause i was crawlin'. My beautiful four kids and their well being as well as wondering if I was setting them up for psychological care took up the forefront. What I learned was that, opinions can be important, but more important is what YOU think, especially when the

I like parking lots. They are my snowglobes, only inside out.The outside world, all fluidity and movement and inside the car bubble, stillness and a kind of calm that comes from NOT being shaken up for effect, instead effect coming from not being. I could use more not being even if my not includes the occasional window splat from a seagull.