Working again, Stoatie? I'm going to bed soon, but thought I'd stick my nose in for a bit. So, here's my nose. And my little finger. But that's all, I tell you.
So do you just read slowly, then, when there's nothing much to do, to fill the time? Do you check the crossword puzzles to make sure there's not a clue that refers to the person you're tracking?
I have finished my licorice tea, so I am going to bed. Otherwise, i will start singing the praises of licorice tea, which would be just way too embarrassing.
This is actually confusing me... I've just written a description of trains. Now I have to write an encounter between a music teacher and her prodigy after the prodigy when missing. Tell me has anyone ever met anyone they bitterly disappointed after years and years?
Keggers: Snowball is dead as a doornail. This must be distinctly understood or nothing wonderful can come of this story.
Nina: Is it posslble, in the writing situation, that the teacher isn't disappointed in the prodigy; the teacher actually just wants the prodigy to be a healthy human being developing to her fullest potential, and that the sense of disappointment is being projected onto the teacher by the prodigy?
(I write this because I've had students afraid to tell me that they are not going to graduate school because they think they've let me down by not choosing the academic path, when all I want is for them to find a good place for their skills and talents in the world. i'm quite skeptical of grad school, in fact. Keeps smart people from taking to the streets, arguably.)
Hello, my baby,
Hello, my honey,
Hello, my ragtime gal!
Send me a kiss by wire;
Baby my heart's on fire!
If you refuse me,
Honey, you'll lose me,
Then you'll be left alone;
Oh, baby,
Telephone,
And tell me
I'm your own.
Lullaby and goodnight
With roses be dight
Creep into thy bed
There pillow thy head
If God will thou shalt wake
When the morning doth break
If God will thou shalt wake
When the morning doth break
Lullaby and goodnight
Those blue eyes close tight
Bright angels are near
So sleep without fear
They will guard thee from harm
With fair dreamland's sweet charm
They will guard thee from harm
With fair dreamland's sweet charm
Thanks, Nina--Now I can have proper nightmares filled with Victorian lace and eerie blue-eyed babies staring soullessly from under their frilly caps....
This is the one that really freaked me out as a kid, but maybe it was strictly an American lullaby:
Bye, Baby Bunting,
Daddy's gone a-hunting
To catch a little rabbit-skin
To wrap my Baby Bunting in
I had these visions of being wrapped in a bloody fur coat ripped off some poor naked rabbit.... Good night(mares), everyone!
