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01/09/2006 Archived Entry: "Academic Lives"

Academic Lives
A Day In the Life or I Read the News Today Oh Boy!

  • Four A.M.: Sleeping
  • Five A.M.: Still Sleeping
  • Six Thirty A.M.: Woke up. Rememberd moment in The Archeology of Knowledge. Snickered to self.
  • Seven Thirty A.M.: Early breakfast of coffee, reading the Barbados Times both online and in print, admiring Ziggy. Notice kids outside throwing trash in other neighbor's lawn. Call cops. Pretend I didn't call them.
  • Eleven Thirty Five A.M.: Remembered joke about penguin, rabbi, priest, and two dogs. Wrote it down for future blog post.
  • Noon: Tacos.
  • Twelve Fifteen P.M.: While listening to reggae version of "The Tide is High," come to amazing conclusion about network theory, pizza, Woody Allen, and blogging. But the girl calls, and when conversation ends, idea is forgotten. I drink a beer instead.
  • Two P.M.: Article on Tranformative Identity Locales as Classroom Practice for the Insane is finished. I design a new Pedagog-T to print for friends or at least list at CafePress.
  • Two Ten P.M.: Read blogs. Find out that someone in Belize is linking to Yellow Dog. Hola!
  • Three Eighteen P.M.: Pretend I'm Batman for nine or ten minutes. Knocked lamp over by accident.
  • Four P.M.: Compose angry letter to the editor.
  • Four Seventeen P.M.: Receive angry letter from former grade school acquaintance who demands I remove her name from my blog. I refuse.
  • Five Forty Eight P.M.: Compose a 75 Things About Me to put on blog. Then decide it's too dirty.
  • Six P.M.: Around the Horn
  • Six Thirty P.M.: Wonder what life might be like on Venus. Then I eat an apple.
  • Seven Fifty Five P.M.: Start wondering why I am keeping a log of daily activities. Get paranoid. Start composing more angry letters to the editor. Then abandon everything to play video games. Put on socks. Jump up and down. Wonder what Madlib is up to. Think about calling him. Decide not to. Read all kinds of crazy academic blogs where folks won't say who they are. Play guessing game where I make believe I know who they are. Call girl to tell her of new game and convince her to play too.

    Replies: 2 comments

    Yo killah
    why didn't you call?
    Would have been a thrillah
    Like Desi said to Lucille Ball
    But Aye
    We'll speak again some day
    Now I got to drop this bomb
    Don't get me wrong/I just do it that way
    And like the Mammas and the Pappas
    I'll get down on my knees and pray

    word.

    Posted by Madlib @ 01/09/2006 04:30 PM EST

    If you're gonna put on your Batman suit, why not spend at least half an hour as the caped crusader?

    Posted by cbd @ 01/09/2006 02:32 PM EST

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