three-dollar calm

i have a new haircut that in my opinion makes me look like an 8 year old. if i were 8 years old, or anywhere close for that matter, this would not be a big deal. but, as it stands, im not.

so. thats kind of frustrating. i dont care in the sense that it makes me want to cry or anything. rather, i just feel ridiculous meeting people who dont already know me with this silly hair. such is life.

the good news is caitlin visited me at work today. and yesterday i bought a three dollar bottle of wine from trader joes. so i am enjoying that to the soothing sounds of my pandora.

currently ruminating over terrible pedagogy theory. they think theyre so damn clever is the thing. they think theyve like, emancipated the oppressed tyranny of traditional writing. if you think my language is extreme - thats the language they use. "tyranny" was particularly frustrating today. i guess im confused when a freshman year writing course became anything other than teaching students how to write. they can go be "good democratic citizens" elsewhere. but next year, in ENG 101, i am teaching those damn kids how to write. (i can certainly appreciate the irony of me not capitalizing or using apostrophes, but its an aesthetic issue with this photo blog).

this is precisely why i need the wine.

off to uncover a writer worthy of interest, but not famous by any means.