Portivegas Attack

So much delicious music.  Particularly delicious this evening: 'Babel' and 'Angel', both by Massive Attack.  Trip-hop is yummy.

It's the end of my first real week at home, and I say bravo bravo bravo to the 858/619/760 for once again proving to me that it really is better in California.  The girls are prettier, the acai bowls (and the girls, for that matter) are more lip-lickable, the grass grows greener and the 101 remains a happy, happy place.

One of my favorite high school teachers told me that the best part of the job was seeing her former students return to the old home base having made new impacts on the institutions of love and life.  I sat with her in my old English classroom for almost 45 minutes going over everything you'd expect a teacher and a former student to go over.  The requisite questions about my classes and whether I was dancing in college, the necessary LJCDS updates and comments on how so many of my old teachers are so happy to have had both me and my brother in a class.  And then we started talking for real.

Her favorite part of being a teacher is seeing former students after they've been released into the wild, and I think my favorite part of being a student is coming back to former teachers with the knowledge that both they and I have stories to tell, either stories regarding new events or stories regarding old events that couldn't have been discussed under the old teacher-student formality.  It's like we're actual, real live people with real things to say.