[lit-ideas] Re: The Insta-Hot People
- From: "Andy Amago" <aamago@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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- Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2005 09:56:50 -0500
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> From: david ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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> Date: 12/22/2005 1:29:00 AM
> Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: The Insta-Hot People
>
> Begin:
>
> Hear/read loony versions of what I said in
> class.
I'm not speaking as a teacher, but I can relate to this. It's amazing how
often I've explained my position here on the list and people hear something
completely different. I wonder if educators don't conclude half the time
that people aren't educable. I love the rest of your account. Your essays
are always so interesting.
Find the website that one of the dimmest bulbs has carved
> great chunks from. Drive to airport. Spy father-in-law. Spy car
> indicating that it is going to leave the curb. Indicate and turn
> into space behind said car. Find that said car is using indicator as
> decorative item, in the spirit of Christmas. Find self blocking two
> lanes. Be descended upon by mad airport person, "Tell me why I
> shouldn't write you a ticket for that. I'm going to write you a
> ticket. See here, I've got a ticket book and I'm going to write you
> a ticket." What, I wonder, could I be guilty of? Believing that
> indicators mean something...in contravention of subsection c,
> paragraph four? And why is he so excited and angry? I decide there
> is nothing to say to the fellow. He dances about a bit and then runs
> off. The airport must employ him for entertainment purposes, in the
> spirt or spirit (I prefer the typo) of the season.
>
> Get back into traffic. Remember that breakfast was at six and it is
> now one thirty. Something clearly missing. Fill self and father-in-
> law with terriyaki chicken. Take call from girls. Julia is getting
> an x ray. When last I heard from them they were going to do a half-
> day's work at Laura's office. Has someone dropped a speculum on
> someone's foot?
>
> No problem. The x-ray is to investigate dance pains.
>
> Back into traffic to return my Christmas gift. Premature, you say.
> Well it's a tennis racket and I played with it yesterday evening and
> somehow it's rotten. How a new tennis racket can be rotten is beyond
> my understanding of physics, but one cannot deny the senses. I
> played three sets with it and then one with my old racket. Three
> sets of the ball going nowhere near where I pointed it; one of the
> contrary situation. The fellow who sold me the thing was off, sick.
> Story to be continued.
>
> As is every other purchasing tale in my life. The Insta-Hot people--
> now there's a name-- have sent me two wrong fittings for the simple
> repair I've been trying to complete for the best part of a month.
> The hardware store sold me the wrong size allen wrench for my
> plumbing repair. The fish are dying...
>
> Ah, but they're beautiful. When I returned two dead ones and a live
> one that was terrorizing the tank, I bought an expensive one, a big
> two inch thing, of bright and beauty. Everyone else is from Trinidad
> or South America; this one's from Asia. We shall have to see if
> international fish relations can be worked out. But I do love
> watching them.
>
> And how are you?
>
> David Ritchie
> Portland, Oregon
>
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