my off day at the school

this weekend was pretty good, things happen, other things didn't. all in all it was fun. sunday night was spent all night designing the art history curriculum for that art museum. maybe i'll put it somewhere public soon. the day went really well, even though my boss/girlfriend likes to have things her own way and never thinks that anything can be done if she idn't have her hand in them from start to finish. anyways, it was a really great success, the only complaint that i got from a four-year old was that there weren't any wild animals...? i was a littel confused but she's a cool kid who gets a one track mind about things sometimes. so all the parents got a copy of what we did, and i guess they were impressed. some of them said "I had to go to college to learn this stuff" i guess some of it could be kinda advanced, but i wouldn't try to teach it to them if i didn't respect them enough to think that they would understand it. i'd like to be able to do more image identification, but i can't give them deep studying for homework, and that seems to be the only way i can think of to learn it without having LOTS of one on one.

Dinner yesterday was asparagus and carrot rissotto with parmesan, using chicken and mushroom stock, along with ready to peal shrimp that was flash heated in a pan with butter and white wine. some littleneck clams which wre over priced, and whitefish cut into cudes doused with flour and pan fried. came out well, but i guess i respect food more than the girl. maybe thats the answer to the French Enigma; they love food, it's part of life. we look at food as a necessity, something of an incovenience, it has to be easy and fast and made by someone else. i've never met a french man that couldn'd cook. i mean even something as simple as a cheese plate and wine can be made beautiful with the right attitude.

well, today's dinner was at bostonmarket, you can't cook all the time. besides i was really overwhelmed by the shopping experience just before. i actually got two suits that were sized and tailored for me. and the really neato thing from Men's Wearhouse is that you get free pressing for life from them. now that's what i call service. oh yeah, if anyone wants a new suit from this area (glendale/north shore) ask for Michael at the store on Port Washington Road. now there is a man who knows the meaning of service, don't forget to tell him that i told you to go, not that i get a kickback but i would like him to know that i appreciated his service enough to tell other people about it.

that's all for today, trivia is escaping me at the moment, i just can't think outloud today.