what a bad mum

me... not you mum (my mum...the real one)

i forgot my cat's birthday...well the day that about a decade ago i designated as her birthday...and i didn't actually forget it, i gave her a card and took her out for a drink (or tuna water, that was actually drunk in the kitchen...but its the thought tha counts right). what i mean by forgot is that i forgot to recognize her momentous age in cyberspace...so happy belated cocoa. i think she is 17 but i can never quite get the math right, it seems even when i tie a string to the first tree and go all the way around i still can quite settle if there are 26 or 25 trees in the enchanted place...

edward bear what are you doing in the library... i like it here...its sterile. there isn't any chocolate, however.

i know how it is.

okay so there has been this intense debate in the world just now around the need for general pedagogical reform. im all for it, if it means that i wont be accosted so at the pub... lets talk mono a mono here, there is a real need to teach people in a way to free their minds or to tie their minds to little machiens (like frank here)...but really, if you can't even have a conversation in, before after a class what is the point. if you can't even retain the transmitted message long enough to recite it to an interlocuter two hours later what is the point of going at all. stay home i say. have a glass of wine (if you aren't sick) and talk to your cats (real or metaphoric) and don't worry about my pigtails...they are in need of brushing.

goodnite