I don’t know how you real teachers do it. After a few weeks being at the same assignment under rather dodgy circumstances, I hardly have the energy to cut my fingernails. Just being on my feet forty hours a week with almost no breaks wears me out, man. And I don’t even have to make lesson plans or…
“When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”—John Green (via oceanoftheinfinite)
I’m not usually so predisposed to laziness on the weekends (that may be a lie), but after having a stomach flu all week and missing THREE DAYS of work (I’m sure my students aren’t complaining), I really thought I’d be ready to get back into the work groove. This is not so. And I blame the Newton’s Law (I can’t remember if it’s the first or second) that says an object in motion will stay in motion, and an object at rest will stay at rest, unless acted upon by another force. So, I think I need an outside force to motivate me. Due to a still fragile stomach, I need to look for sources outside the realm of most food, most beverages (including coffee), and any type of exercise. That’s rather limiting …
Aside from the general awesomeness of this song, it’s extra special because it’s about the LeRoi Moore, the original sax player who unexpectedly died a few summers ago. He’s still missed and celebrated. He actually wrote all the sax parts for their last album right before the accident, so the band worked the album around the parts. It was kind of eerie listening to it for the first few times knowing that it was him, but he’s not around anymore. They refer to him in this song as the Groo Grux King because he and one of the other members used to use the word “grux” as a slang term for badass. While DMB does have some somber songs about the sadder parts of the world, Dave has a special way of writing happy melodies to pair with his songs about mortality, and this is a great example of that. It’s an interesting way to spread the old adage that we are mortal, and so we should enjoy and celebrate each day.
John Green's lullaby to his son Henry, the Internet's Most Adorable Baby.
Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird If that mockingbird don’t sing, Daddy’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don’t shine Well, Daddy’s gonna buy you a case of wine And if because you’re an infant and not allowed to drink that wine should go sour Daddy’s gonna buy you a superpower
And if that superpower proves corrupt, Daddy’s gonna buy a volcano erupt-ing And if that eruption produces too much ash, Daddy’s gonna buy you a diaper rash,
And if that diaper rash actually isn’t desirable, and besides that can’t be bought, Daddy’s gonna buy you some polka dots
(John kisses Henry) Hmmm… polka dots!
And if those polka dots aren’t your style Daddy’s gonna buy a Pacific isle And if that Pacific isle is in fact way too expensive for Daddy to purchase, and he defaults on his loan and gets foreclosed upon, Daddy’s gonna buy you the sultanate of Oman
And if given that Daddy could not afford a tiny island, his promise to buy you a sovereign nation is plainly silly, Daddy’s gonna buy you some water lilies And if those water lilies ever should wilt, Daddy’s gonna buy you a hand-knit quilt,
And if after all that you still weep, Daddy’s gonna have to grapple with the fact that while buying goods and services may benefit the economy, it’s not necessarily the best way to get babies to sleep.