theres a little bit about you i don't want to know
last night the gal and i went out for a bit of a date. dined on grilled calamari and ravioli at Malatesta, fine little italian joint off washington street. then we walked to Tonic to see Chris Brokaw but ended up missing his act and only seeing The Naysayers (vapid, save for some superb lap steel) and Mad Scene (very pleasant).
this last saturday was candymountain's (thats the silly camp i'm working at this summer) staff orientation. my initial reaction was something like, well, as if i were in a 'national lampoon' spoof or something. i kept expecting Chevy Chase to come scooting up in a golf cart, give us all a wave and then crash into a tree. but at the same time i was thinking to myself, 'you know, if i were still under the age of 10, i would be up in those trees...' its 50 achres of go-cart paths, bike paths, waterfalls, lakes and pools, sports fields, pick nick tables, ice cream stands and really nice old people. their trashcans, situated all over the camp, are big Dolphin heads, and you cram your trash down its mouth. odd.
anyway, i'm the official Gymnastics Counselor of the whole camp. that means i share workspace in a barn with the pony rides and basically teach kids cartwheels and shit like that all day. odd. i have to construct a 4, 6 and 8 week curriculum to be turned in this saturday.... which basically comes down to the question 'by how far can you extend the process of teaching kids cartwheels and handstands?'
oh hey and speaking of 'national lampoon' shit, i was reading this article in the new yorker about Harold Ramis, famed director/cowriter of funnies like Animal House, Ghostbusters, Caddyshack, etc. And it turns out that after he and Bill Murray did Groundhog Day, they've since been on bad terms. isn't that a shame :(
this last saturday was candymountain's (thats the silly camp i'm working at this summer) staff orientation. my initial reaction was something like, well, as if i were in a 'national lampoon' spoof or something. i kept expecting Chevy Chase to come scooting up in a golf cart, give us all a wave and then crash into a tree. but at the same time i was thinking to myself, 'you know, if i were still under the age of 10, i would be up in those trees...' its 50 achres of go-cart paths, bike paths, waterfalls, lakes and pools, sports fields, pick nick tables, ice cream stands and really nice old people. their trashcans, situated all over the camp, are big Dolphin heads, and you cram your trash down its mouth. odd.
anyway, i'm the official Gymnastics Counselor of the whole camp. that means i share workspace in a barn with the pony rides and basically teach kids cartwheels and shit like that all day. odd. i have to construct a 4, 6 and 8 week curriculum to be turned in this saturday.... which basically comes down to the question 'by how far can you extend the process of teaching kids cartwheels and handstands?'
oh hey and speaking of 'national lampoon' shit, i was reading this article in the new yorker about Harold Ramis, famed director/cowriter of funnies like Animal House, Ghostbusters, Caddyshack, etc. And it turns out that after he and Bill Murray did Groundhog Day, they've since been on bad terms. isn't that a shame :(