Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Killing Time Until My Movie List Come Out

What started in late October and somehow carried me until mid-December has finally come to a merciful conclusion. So now I must promote myself one more time on the subject. Go here for my 2004 baseball writing. And if you're too damn lazy to make an effort, at least read this one so you can figure out what in the hell this guy is up to.



Make sure to leave a comment before Payday Loans or some mortgage company mucks it up for the rest of us.

4 comments:

weasel said...

Thanks for this. Alex had mentioned your baseball struff but I hadn't had the smarts to fully check it out before.

Like all now spoiled and victory-greedy New Englanders, I watched the Pats one point defeat in Miami last night and said to Mrs. Weasel "I wish it was April."

Thanks to you, it is.

PS: I bet baseball writers are allowed to accept gifts in the press box.

Listmaker said...

sigh. i give up on the whole gifts thing. i don't think i stated myself well. to me, the whole no gifts thing isn't the issue at my school, it is the creepy interim head of school. and i'm surprised at how much influence one article in the new yorker has had in the city. and i wish teachers were more valued in our country, but they are not. but like i said, i knew what i was getting into when i started teaching and i could always go do something else.

youthlarge said...

the new yorker also sells your mailing address to all these hoity-toity institutions and charities - like museums and stuff. boo on the new yorker!

weasel said...

I'm glad that I resisted my first impulse to cut that New Yorker article out from the copy I filched from the library and then send it to Bowles (as he had mentioned the no pressies thing a few weeks before your post errupted).

Maybe Sujan can do something for McSweeneys along the lines of "The ten people you meet in heaven after you give a gift to a teacher and stand up at a PTA meeting to tell the interim head to stop beating around the bush and come clean about the financial needs of the school with the staff"

Time to put the last stich through the nose of this discussion and turn our thoughts to baseball. I want to dangle in the outfield in the sun and warmth of a midwestern summer's eve (the time of day, not the douche product).