Well, yesterday was my first day on the job, and it was quite in instructive. Instructive, that is, in the by way of meaning that I got instructed about everything: the Xerox machine, the fax machine, the stapler, and what to do if you see a student playing with matches, wielding a knife, or exiting via a window. (Hint: it's Not a Good Thing.) I ate at 8:15, went to the school, and due to the unforeseen circumstance of the Orientation Day lasting far longer than I had expected, went directly to the library at 4:00, proceeded later thenceforth home, and had lunch at 7:20.
Also yesterday I was given visual proof of the fact that racial memory exists: on the bus home I saw a Black man with black hair, a white beard, a straw hat, blue Jeans, and old-fashioned suspenders. If you'd discount his footwear, he could have stepped straight out of a Down South cotton plantation c. 1850.
Wakka wakka wakka! Wakka wakka! Wakka? Wak wakka wak wak wakka wakka. Wakka wakka, wakka, wakka wak wakka. Wakka.
And here's another "Wakka Wakka!" as a celebratory signifier of my first visitor from Sweden!

TODAY'S BOOK: "The Name of the Rose", by Umberto Eco ((c) 1980)

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