Down a quart
Another broken night's sleep, and I feel lousy this morning. Only thing for it, go ahead to the climbing gym and wear myself out. The company of some friends should help.
And indeed it did. One friend's 16 year old daughter, who's some ways along into learning to drive, provided our transportation. She regaled us with anecdotes about her driver's ed teacher, a 50-ish fellow who runs The Teenage Driving School; less mysterious a moniker than The Hong Kong Driving School, which is on the same floor as my dentist, in an old building in Chinatown, also known as the International District. The Teenage Driving School sounds well designed, and the guy sounds like a former stand up comedian. When we asked her about instructional videos, she said the other day he informed them they were about to watch Martha Stewart's "Blood on the Asphalt and Morgue Tour." They bought it completely, even started writing down the title in their notes. She said he drops bizarre and unbelievable tidbits about his life at evey session, and she' s been recording all of them to compare notes with a friend who took the course, and had warned her that he fabricated things constantly. He sounds rather odd to me, but the parents seem to like him.
We met another friend, and had a moderately good session. None of us felt terrifically energetic,
but it was good to touch base and exchange a few morsels of news.
Just started re-reading Hesse's Magister Ludi. I think it may wear well, although I'm not one for pompous narrators.
And indeed it did. One friend's 16 year old daughter, who's some ways along into learning to drive, provided our transportation. She regaled us with anecdotes about her driver's ed teacher, a 50-ish fellow who runs The Teenage Driving School; less mysterious a moniker than The Hong Kong Driving School, which is on the same floor as my dentist, in an old building in Chinatown, also known as the International District. The Teenage Driving School sounds well designed, and the guy sounds like a former stand up comedian. When we asked her about instructional videos, she said the other day he informed them they were about to watch Martha Stewart's "Blood on the Asphalt and Morgue Tour." They bought it completely, even started writing down the title in their notes. She said he drops bizarre and unbelievable tidbits about his life at evey session, and she' s been recording all of them to compare notes with a friend who took the course, and had warned her that he fabricated things constantly. He sounds rather odd to me, but the parents seem to like him.
We met another friend, and had a moderately good session. None of us felt terrifically energetic,
but it was good to touch base and exchange a few morsels of news.
Just started re-reading Hesse's Magister Ludi. I think it may wear well, although I'm not one for pompous narrators.
posted by isabelita at 11:00 AM
3 Comments:
Anyone who would climb into an auto with more than one teenager at a whack and try to teach them to drive has to have a screw loose. It's a nutty occupation. I once saw a new driver in his father's Beemer come to a stop mid intersection and not knowing he had the right of way selected to back up when the signal turned red in his direction. Dad was yelling at the top of his lungs at the kid - scared me and I could only see his orations, not hear them.
Unfortunately, the folks in the cross walk were thinking the young driver would go forward through the intersection. The poor kid ended up knocking one woman to the pavement.
There were a mountain of witnesses. No doubt, he won't be driving any time soon - or at least let's hope they pulled his permit.
Nono. That 'Martha Stewart Blood on the Asphalt' tour is true. I've been on that tour.
'spike, I am wondering about this guy, but my friend's daughter seems to think he's okay...
Yeah, everybody was after poor old Martha, Neil. But hey, talk about makin' lemonade outta one's prison time! She's creative. A creative dominatrix...
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