My Cardboard Balcony

It feels really, really good to meet a yearbook deadline. Don't get me wrong: There are five more to go, and they don't get any easier. But it feels good to meet the first one, and to get the pages done, and to submit them without much hassle. I have some amazing students and colleagues to thank for that. My first episode of Deadline Week was a doozy, but I learned so much - not just about design and photography placement, but also about writing in a journalistic way that fits a small amount of space on a spread. In the meantime, I got to see a beautiful dance show and play around with my wife's camera a bit more. Y'all know the saying, but maybe not in full: "A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one." I think I'm okay with being a poor man's Renaissance...er...person? Individual? Eh, Renaissance man works, too. This weekend will, luckily, be a time for relaxation due to hard work and dedication. I'

Just For You by Belinda Roddie Your little universe is delightfully cozy and isolated, isn't it?

The math teacher couldn't get the projector to work, so he asked the head IT worker to check on it. Of course, when she arrived, he scoffed. "I wanted the head IT worker," he growled, "and not some pretty little intern." The IT lead smiled. "Well, then," she replied. "You can just take your projector and stick it where the sun don't shine, then." The students oohed at her sass.