This just in: geeks are better lovers, as are office workers and the unemployed. But don’t take my word for it, read for yourself.  Being an unemployed geek and former office worker myself, the results of the survey practically listed me by name.
Get in line, ladies, the secret’s no secret anymore.
I came across this recently and was completely blown away by its beauty and simplicity. Had to share it.
Be mindful of your thoughts; they become your words.
Be mindful of your words; they become your actions.
Be mindful of your actions; they become your habits.
Be mindful of your habits; they define your character.
Be mindful of your character; it defines your world.
It seems that the town in which I grew up is in the national news again, and for all the wrong reasons, as usual.
A five-year-old boy had an accident in his classroom, and it may have happened a few times before. Let the record show that the boy spends part of his day in special education and the rest in normal kindergarten. So what does the teacher do upon finding the accident? She picks up the poo in a paper towel, stuffs it into the poor kid’s backpack, and sends him home with this note on it:
Nice, teach. Way to be the adult in the situation. Oh, and thanks for putting Yakima back in the spotlight in such a poetic and brilliant way. My previous favorite Yakima Moment, which I’ve written about before, was the upholding of the ban on Ralph Ellison’s book Invisible Man by the Yakima School District.
It absolutely made my day to find such a hilarious picture of what appears to be one of the school board members holding the actual note in the Yakima Herald-Republic’s coverage of the story. Here’s the story on CBS News, too. Better yet, do you want to watch a video about it on CNN, in which the kid’s father is trying valiantly not to laugh?
Priceless story. These things can’t be made up.
You may have noticed that BFS&T is ‘back in black’ lately. See, I’ve been trying a few different color schemes on for size (err, color), but so far I’ve been unable to find one that’s as striking and unusual as this one is. In fact, a friend even told me the other night that he missed this old color scheme. I have to admit that I agree with him. The other ones I’ve tried in the interim have paled in comparison to it.
So here’s the black and blue, back by popular demand.
You’re welcome.
Friday, after spending the day playing and recording drum tracks for my own version of one of Breanna’s songs from her previous band, I walked to the store to get ingredients for dinner. Walking back up my street, arms full of groceries, I found that the police had all of the streets blocked off, and there were people standing on the sidewalk watching, all the way up the street. I asked someone what was going on, and she said that it was drug-related, and that they were trying to get into the house of a person who was both selling and using drugs. I continued walking on MyStreet, and a cop stopped me and told me that I wouldn’t be able to get through on MyStreet for a while. I asked which way he’d recommend I go to get home, and he said I could walk up NextStreet and be out of harm’s way. I thanked him and took the opportunity to quickly survey MyStreet in the process. There were officers with rifles, and a SWAT team with an armored vehicle of some sort parked a block from my building, on the other side of the street. I walked home quickly and grabbed my camera.
The neighbor lady across the street saw me and called laughingly to her husband, “Hey, he’s taking photographs!” Someone walked over and asked the plainclothes policeman what was up, and according to NeighborSusan, “Apparently it was actually shooting-related. They located, or at least thought they’d located, a suspect for a shooting that occurred elsewhere at some previous time.” The cop was telling people to stay inside for about half an hour. I did, and listened with my window open. I heard no gun shots, and the multitude of cars drove away half an hour later, so I’m assuming that means the incident ended well enough.
I guess you could say the jury’s still out on what really happened, (I’m gonna go with the shooting scenario rather than the drug scenario; drug busts don’t usually involve that many big guns and vehicles, unless it was a huge operation) but that was certainly not something you see every day in this neighborhood.
