An apology to those who s-tumbled upon this blog OR Will the true Rocktastica Blogmaster please stand up?

So this blog is called Rocktastica. What it ought to be is some genre-specific zealously-full-of-info-and-rumours rock music blog. Probably it should be for women punk rockers. OR it should be a tongue-in-cheek quiet and sedate indie slow-core site. But it's not. It's the site of one more total slacker blogger who forgets to post when the most interesting things happen and thus it is full of leftovers from one more person's existence. Now realize I really like my existence and I would never put it down. I have a kick awesome husband and a nice collection of musical instruments in my living room. I could elaborate, but already it sounds pretty excellent, right? But life being great does not make for the most exciting posts, especially when you are a slacker, and I realize that. So here's what I'm going to do: If you stumble upon this blog and you have the wherewithal and the stamina to make something really wonderful out of it--it's yours. I bequeath it thee. Rocktastica. The Rock Angels sing its name. Just leave a comment explaining your vision right here on this ol' post.

But, until you come along, person with a beautiful vision and a willpower to see it through, I will babysit your blog. And sometimes I will talk about stuff.

But Levin did not shoot himself or hang himself and went on living.

As most extradordinary classic literature, Anna Karenina is a study in light and dark. It doesn't seem as starkly good vs. evil as some novels do; more like the good vs. the hateful. And faith vs. fear. And purposeful vs. purposeless. I finally finished reading it today as I was eating my sandwich in the Subway(TM). I basically started crying so I would say that yes it is a good book.

Fruitless Toil

Gah. This image is destroying my brain. Is it the blue cog or the yellow cog? In the meantime, and if you're in the mood for a physics lesson, the source of this image is pretty interesting.

I was so set for today as my first day of teaching this night English Comp class. This morning, the force was with me. The bus and metro linked up perfectly to get me to the vicinity of my workplace nearly twenty minutes before I had to be there. Thus, I was able to stop by Kinkos and make copies of my syllabus, a literary terms list, and this passage from Anna Karenina that we were going to talk about tonight. Now, my opening night that I've been planning for the last two weeks, boring my adorable husband to tears, is nevah gonna happen. I was vaguely planning some over-the-top enthusiastic impassioned speech about literature and writing, so it might be that I deserve it.

It's a snow day. Some co-workers and I had this discussion today: Remember when snow days were a cause for rejoicing? Now there's always some kind of lame inconvenience or worse that comes with it. How I miss the days of delirious happiness over the simple fact that I got to sleep in. Back in the day before the MAN said, "well you're definitely not getting paid for this." So anyway . . . my intense preparation. Maybe fruitless toil is good for me. I'm in such a Russian mood. Maybe fruitless toil will save my philosophical soul (I'm not that philosophical--I was just channeling Roskolnikov).

baby steps (no i'm not pregnant yet)

i have a goal. well i have many many goals this year. lcd put all our goals in an excel spreadsheet. his job teaches him all this accountability stuff and so (hey why not) we are going to be tracking our progress. but the goal i'm talking about is the one where i depart from the corporate/contractor world within the next two years, quite possibly never to return. i ordered this book from amazon:



i ordered another one too. the thing about this goal is it is not allowed to fail. i really will need a way to make an income on a flexible schedule. in the meantime, i am teaching my first class for the semester next Thursday night, so another goal is to a) be a good teacher and b) not go insane. i'm also trying to think about politics a little. but not a lot. i do not have the space in my brain for a lot.