Flossie is the name of a cow in a US cartoon strip in the 1930's. She was famously clothed at some point because censors thought that udders were too suggestive. Suggestive of what, of course, is up for discussion. Cheese? The name "Flossie" sounds so odd to me. I don't know where it came from.... Continue Reading →
Cows, Queens and Chocolate: Part II
When my sister arrived at our parent's place, she said that our dad was going quickly, so I arranged a new airline ticket for the next day. I have all these frequent flyer miles built up and apparently they are supposed to expire in June, so that made it easier to decide something. I'm going... Continue Reading →
Cows, Queens and Chocolate: Part I, the past
My dad just died. My sister made it there in time to be with him at the end; I didn't. I was paralyzed by his going and could not make the decision to get on a plane. In the beginning (when he started to seriously go down hill last week) my step-mom said that it... Continue Reading →
The Taming of the Shrew
There are often students who wake me up at night. Sometimes it's because I'm worried about them, but sometimes it's because they're annoying. Back in the past, I had one student who I would truly classify as evil; he liked making other students cry, like, that made him happy. He kept me up at night,... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 