September 25, 2004

  • Hooray! Time for another weekend update…oh no wait that comes at the end of the weekend. How bout just some more links then?


    There’s no place like Gnome (Or, where aspiring cult leaders go to school)


    They say that one out of every four people is crazy. (ed. who are they anyway? are one of “them” crazy? maybe the one whom came up with this) So where do all these crazies send their kids to school?


    Here


    Waldorf schools claim to be North America’s fastest-growing chain of alternative independent schools. Parents praise them for encouraging pupils’ artistic expression and keeping pressure and competition to a minimum. But critics are troubled by the schools’ underlying philosophy. It rejects modern medicine and psychiatry and promotes belief in astrology and the existence of gnomes in the woods.

    Waldorf schools have no computers or high-tech gadgetry, and all classroom supplies are made of natural fibre (cotton, wood, wool, etc.). To keep pressure and competition to a minimum, there are no clocks, drill cards, textbooks or tests. No mirrors of any kind are allowed in Waldorf schools (they promote too much self-focus), nor are black crayons in early grades (a harsh and undesirable colour).


    I would post more excerpts, but you will have ever so much more fun reading the whole ridiculous article. and then thanking your parents over and over for sending you to public school


    A Good Head of Lettuce on Their Shoulders



    A couple from the US state of Maryland have “raised” a Cabbage Patch doll as their only son for 19 years


    Pat said: “With every kid that you adopt, you promise to love them and be a good parent and take care of this child. And that’s what we did with Kevin.” She said the doll is “easy-going, quiet and well-behaved


    Joe and Pat love him so much they prefer him to their real child, an adult daughter named Vicky


     Heh. Vicky, why can’t you be more like your brother? A whole family of vegetables. And people wonder how G. Dub got elected the first time around.


    And because I dont want to dumb everyone down too much,


    Who is your inner philosopher?


    A fun quiz meant to show you which philosopher you might want to bone up on. Apparently, I have a little John Stuart Mill inside me screaming for Freedom.


    For anyone who is wondering where I find this stuff, or more accurately, where I find the time to find this stuff…well, let me put it this way.


    I spend about 8-10 hours a day studying, 4 hours in class, 6-8 asleep. I have no cable subscription. I live in North Chicago which exists as a city solely to avoid the embarassment of having large empty spaces on the map. So I have become somewhat addicted to learning about what goes on in the world, from large to small.


    Also, I have nothing exciting going on in my life to post about, so this is to keep you coming back to my site ’til I do.


    Tomorrow: Josh’s Recipe Corner!


    -J


    “Where’s Walden? Searching for Henry David Thoreau in each richly detailed drawing quicky loses its entertainment value when it becomes apparent that he is always ‘in the woods’”

Comments (1)

  • there’s no way we can both be carry ewels or 100% Jhonny Mills or the countable other cartoon action figures or soccer moms surveys we’ve taken. One! Two! Three! Four!  Four surveys, hahaha! And we’re both in school and theoretically watching the same weather reports. There can be only one.  And this town isn’t big enough for the two of us. That’s right, I’m challenging you to a dual (this is still legal here in TX, South of I-37). Weapon of choice, but if you want to stick with your butcher knife, fine by me. Come on, you wanna live forever? If I win, you become my slave, or vice versa though you may find me a very grave man indeed.  Valor pleases you, so grant me dis request. And if you do nat listen, da hell vid YOU! Hold your frame. Spaghetti arms.  Let’s dance with the devil on a pale moon light. Just remember the GUITAR is out of TUNE so it’s not his FAULT; Fred’s Slacks is a winner! Until that day… when death smiles upon us all and all you can do is smile back. I hope you got to see Montana.

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