things that i think

"This is no fiction!" - Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers






A JustinMirsky Production

Thu Jun 11

Before & After

One of my favorite things about Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune is the “Before & After category both shows use on occaision. Theirs are clever, but I like mine better:

  1. Baby Got Back to the Future
  2. Tom Cruise Control
  3. The Fellowship of the Ring Tone
  4. The Long and Winding Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions
  5. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Soup
  6. The Big Bad Wolf Blitzer

I could go on for hours, but I won’t.

P.S. - Teacher? Check. Next stop, librarian!

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Sun Jun 7
Pensieve
Pensieve
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Sat Mar 21

Twitter

I don’t like Twitter. I find it to be too constricted, impossible to maintain consistent wit on, and otherwise too titillating for its own good. That said, I do enjoy imposters, and Twitter provides means for the sincerest form of flattery. Therefore, I’ve indulged in creating a twitter for my dear old friend Lenny.

Also, who isn’t talking about Twitter these days, I mean come on!


Seriously, though, folks. What the fuck is a tweetosphere? Do people hear themselves when say things like this. I’m not going to get up on any soap box to rant about the media and its obsession with twitter (too late,) but what the hell is with the obsession over 140 characters. Years from now, I hope we can look back at this and laugh. Say things like, “Boy, the economy wasn’t the only thing in a recession those days! Remember Twitter? We limited ourselves to 140 letters in order to prove up to the minute updates about mundanity! Heh - we didn’t even realize that the root word was twit!”

Alright. I’ve said enough. I don’t need to set the twitterverse abuzz.

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Wed Mar 4

I'm so stupid, pt. 2

No, I didn’t kill any plants this time. Worse.

I was signing up for my teaching certification online. Very official. Very important. I spelled my last name Misky. In case you didn’t know - that’s not my last name (It’s Mirsky.)

I had to fill out a form asking for a name change, and they asked me for the reason I was changing it. The options were marriage, divorce, legal name change, or other. I selected other, and filled in that it was a typo. They also asked the date of the official change… so I just put in my date of birth, because I suppose that was the last time my name changed - from nothing to Justin.

Anyway, I just felt like I had to share that story. It’s terribly embarassing, but too funny to remain private.

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Wed Feb 25
So I had to take this Child Abuse Seminar thing for my new job, and the entire time I couldn’t stop staring at the company’s logo at the top right of the screen. A black man back-groping a little white boy…. Someone at the company needs to be fired.
So I had to take this Child Abuse Seminar thing for my new job, and the entire time I couldn’t stop staring at the company’s logo at the top right of the screen. A black man back-groping a little white boy…. Someone at the company needs to be fired.
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Tue Feb 17

Sermon to the Birds

My little sisters, the birds, much bounden are ye unto God, your Creator, and always in every place ought ye to praise Him, for that He hath given you liberty to fly about everywhere, and hath also given you double and triple rainment; moreover He preserved your seed in the ark of Noah, that your race might not perish out of the world; still more are ye beholden to Him for the element of the air which He hath appointed for you; beyond all this, ye sow not, neither do you reap; and God feedeth you, and giveth you the streams and fountains for your drink; the mountains and valleys for your refuge and the high trees whereon to make your nests; and because ye know not how to spin or sow, God clotheth you, you and your children; wherefore your Creator loveth you much, seeing that He hath bestowed on you so many benefits; and therefore, my little sisters, beware of the sin of ingratitude, and study always to give praises unto God.

Saint Francis of Assisi - c 1220

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Fri Feb 6

XYZ

Someone needs to write a book on proper open-fly etiquitte. There are just so many situations where people find themselves caught with their pants down, pun intended.

In one example, I look back at my student teaching experience. There was a boy in a 5th grade class, who constantly, all day, every day, had his fly down. It just got kind of frustrating. Obviously, you want to spare the child the embarassment, so you pull him aside quietly and tell him in private. You don’t make a big deal out of it. Just a little “psst” should do. Of course, when you quietly whisper “XYZ” and he looks at you with a blank stare, you realize subtlty might not be the best approach.

Eventually, I explained to the boy what XYZ stood for. This didn’t work though. He seemed to always forget to zip up. I decided to take a more furtive approach. One day, after school I took the boy aside and brought him into the bathroom. (Oh god, this story is starting to sound awfully incriminating.) In the bathroom, I showed him (oh god, oh god!) that I had taped up (wtf?) an index card with a big red letter “X” on it, at eye level, on the back side of the bathroom door (whew, that was close). The “X” of course standing for x-amine, so he could of course remember to zip up when returning to class.

For some reason, he didn’t appreciate this. He persisted to walk into class on a regular basis with his fly down, and when asked to fix it, now not as subtly, he just shrugged it off and said his zipper was broken. On every pair of pants.

There are ways of dealing with problems, and there are ways of solving problems. I suppose there are just some people who would prefer to shoot the breeze, pun intended.

This issue, I should mention, came to my attention, during an english class today, when I realized that my older, male professor was pontificating with his fly down. I couldn’t focus in class, because it was just… too distracting. Every moment, hoping, praying that his gangly old wing wang wouldn’t pop out in the middle of a discussion about naturalism in modern drama. I just wanted him to keep his Ibsen in Chekhov.

How can that situation be dealt with, though. In my twisted mind, it’s not something you can look past. The situation needed to be dealt with immediately. I considered being really obvious in passing a note, that he would have to intercept when he saw how obvious it was. The note of course, would just say “XYZ” on it, and he would get the message, and quickly fix it. Too contrived.

I mean - you don’t want to embarass a teacher in front of his or her class. I know that from experience. It’s just emasculating, and while he is a veteran who could easily deal with it, I couldn’t overtly tell him. I left the class relieved, but nervous. He made it through class without any sign of escaping, but I could only hope that he caught it before going to his next class. I just wish I could see the look on his face when he realizes that naturalism isn’t just what he’s teaching.

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Thu Feb 5

Writing to write

I haven’t updated with any actual content, aside from a picture of an enormous eclair, which I suppose you could say sums up my life quite succinctly. What an awful word to spell.

Lenny sent me a link to his tumblr that he set up as part of his humor writing class at Binghamton. He first entry denotes that he will try to write something in it daily. An exercise I suppose. I’m going to assume that the idea, while possibly Lenny’s, was most probably his professor’s. Or maybe it’s homework. I’m going to try to take that idea and make it my own - except I’m only going to update when I feel like it, and when I feel like it will be more often than it has been this past month.

I’m not student teaching anymore, so I don’t have anymore stories about tiny children submitting to my every whim. I did visit one of my classes recently, though, and the first thing that I asked was “When are you leaving?” Feel the love.

But I digress. I really wanted to talk about that eclair. It’s from Harold’s New York Deli which, if you check the website, you will see in tiny letters at the bottom of the main page that it is so conviently located in Edison, New Jersey. Yeah. That’s right. We all knew that New Jersey, more than every other state, strives to be like his cooler big bro New York - but this is just the not so subtle icing on the cake. You may be the home of the The Boss, but we’re the birthplace of him.

In more me-related news, along with the spectacular graphic novel class that I’m taking this semester, I’m also taking ice skating and badminton (and eventually raquetball, in a few weeks.) Initially I thought I would be an adept at ice skating - this, however, has proved to be false. While not terrible, I did spend the first two classes swatting at invisible ice flies while trying to keep from falling, and have now reached an ironic road block, in that I cannot figure out how to stop. Without the use of the wall, that is.

Badminton, or greatminton as I so affectionally refer to it as of this post, is great awesome. The word shuttlecock lends itself to hours upon hours of fun, and the game itself is fast-paced, intense, and a lot of fun. Definitely gooing to pick myself up a net/racquet for some cock fun this summer.

Alright. My mind feels exercised. Good post, Justin! Thanks! Yeah, it might be a bit of a ramble, but it’s definitely a good start. You said it, pal. Time to read Watchmen for my 300-level English class. What! You lucky sonofabitch! Hah - you’re tellin’ me.

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