is so funny how blu blu isn’t about technology.

like me is not about technology. yet i am not blu blu.

and so rightly so.

but blu blu is so damn cool. and me, well, im just me. not damn. not cool. just me.

and this is blu blu.

and now, me voy a austin. with my newly christened “austin terrier” — “el bukzy”

y claro tambien con mi novia lina…and her cat frida…

but on other not so unrelated notes…

i think about many of the kids we “teach” and wonder how many will turn out to be some kind of a blu blu, if they’re lucky. and how many won’t. due to, of course, the system they were succumbed to for so many years.

tonight mayra is graduating from high school.

mayra was my student in fifth grade. a sign i’m getting somewhat old.

i hope mayra gets through the system and does good. does real good.

but i also hope that she ends up having a little bit of blu blu left in her after the process.

i guess that’s what make a good student. going through the system and doing real good, if you can, and then having some blu blu in you left after going through the process.

that’s not easy to do. and i guess, that’s the point.

it’s raining outside my window.

didn’t go to church today.

didn’t go to church yesterday.

didn’t go to church last week.

didn’t go to church last month.

didn’t go to church last year.

did go to cool hunting. for church.

or something of the sort.

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q’ hora es…mi corazon…

time for school, what else.

a place of hope for some and despair for others.

perspective is all, perhaps.

the name itself conjures up a lament or two of times gone by. 12 years. +college.

of what exactly? learning? education? social development? 12 years. +college.

leaving early these days (actually on time..but for a teacher, that’s early…)

trying to sort through what brought me to this path. slowly.

not writing much these days but need to.

for my own damn good.

not thinking much, even.

that’s the nature of school. for kids. for teachers.

it suffocates you. it busies you. so that time to think and reflect is all but gone.

so i leave early, to sit with bukz and frida outside for some time. to sit in defiance.

of this thing called school.

begins…

or something quite like it… not education, or teaching, necessarily. but yes, school begins. my job. show up and socialize children to conform…to the proper standards…sit down, shut up, walk in a straight line…and by the way, learn all these vowels and memorize these facts…don’t think, just do it. and shut up and get back in your seat.

bloc party sucked. the show. the idiot with a sex pistols tee. what sex pistols fan would be singing along the lyrics with bloc party fools? johnny rotten would spit in your face in disgust.

lina is beautiful and our home is a haven. bukz and frida. red walls and the asparagus green.

no poem yet on pzalabraz. but hopefully soon, dingbat ladyman will find it’s way up there. for now, the throat sucks but the drinks are good.