Mamacita says: Second day of class, and we’re buried alive in snow, so much so that even the college canceled classes.
I don’t believe in omens, but I can’t help thinking, “omen.”
I did what I usually do on a snow day: I slept. That is because I am an exciting, energetic bundle of cool, who utilizes every moment of existence in a lively and positive manner.
I’m also a night owl, a vampire, a lover of darkness, the night sky, owls, and bats.
In another time and place, I’d have been burned as a witch, except that witch-burning is mostly a rumor, not a fact. The frightened, uneducated, mostly illiterate believers in a handful of men’s personal interpretations of scripture might have dunked, pressed, or, at best, branded me, though.
We like to think such times, people, and thinking are over, but, sadly, they’re not, because we run into frightened, uneducated and mostly illiterate people all the time, as they follow and praise a handful of men’s personal interpretations of scripture. And you know good and well that such people would burn, dunk, press, or brand us all if they thought they could get by with it.
I don’t deal well with fools. Did you know?
Students, I look forward to seeing you NEXT week. Bring your thinking caps and be sure your mind’s eyes are Visined and ready to SEE. Bring your powers of observation, too; you’ll need them. Things are not always as they seem, and this is both good and bad, depending on the. . . . . wait for it. . . . . CONTEXT.
Remember that word.