Inside Voices

Las Vegas (the show not the city) last night was very, very pretty. Unfortunately for harmonyfb, I didn't manage to rouse myself in time to tell her to turn it on until *after* the hottest scenes between Christen Kane and Marsha Thompson.

*fans self* I know he probably had serious choreography and tons of rehearsal for that scene in the dance club, but there are few things more attractive to me than a man who can dance and look like he's really enjoying himself while he does it.

I went through yesterday feeling like my brain was shut off. School went well up until math -- I'm currently trying to puzzle out exactly *why* Robin isn't getting the basic geometry we're doing right now as easily as the rest of the math we've been doing up until this date.

I'm not going to panic until I check her homework this morning and see how she's doing. This could all be a post-trip fog. Probably is, in fact, but geometry is one of those things I will do whatever it takes to make sure she can get through without incident.

She's also in the group doing the best in rehearsals for the Maypole dance at Northward. And I finally asked the music teacher if anyone objected to the dance on religious grounds. She's the same music teacher who included Jack Skellington's song in the Holiday concert, so I figured I was on safe ground.

She said no, and kind of laughed it off. I followed it up by saying that I was frankly surprised that everyone was so enthusiastic about having the students closest to adolescence performing a major Pagan fertility rite. I thought it spoke very highly of the administration's open-mindedness ;)

She actually paled right in front of me. "I never thought about it that way."

In other news, Dad was in such good health and humor yesterday that I was able to get stuff done yesterday afternoon that *didn't* involve keeping him company.

And I got three more pages written on my precis. I'm definitely going over ten pages on the first pass, but there are plenty of places in the first seven pages I can cut way down.

Today in Social Studies, thanks to crevette, we're putting a final punctuation on our study of Communist China by reading those Doonesbury strips from the 1970's that took place in the People's Republic. Robin should love Honey's account of how she carried out Mao's instructions to tear down the Great Wall (and then later in the week put it back together again).

I am such a word geek. At some point during the hours of kick ass debate that went on during coffee shop tonight, it occurred to me that everyone who has ever teased me about my vocabulary probably had good reason.

Normal people don't appear to use words like "prediliction" in their conversations. And even if they do have occasion to, they probably don't use them as often as I was tonight. There were other words that fed this self-realization, but fuck it -- it's 3:00am, I've been involved in heavy religious/ethical debate since some time around 9:30pm, and all I had for dinner was two Dark Goddesses (wanted Spiral Turtles, but they were out of caramel syrup...wah!).

I'll have to try and record the essence of the debate some time when my brain isn't shutting down all my primary motor functions. It was really a fascinating look into where our Pagan community is drifting, and I think I surprised some of my friends that I didn't just fall in line with their thinking.