What's up, Monday?

I received some very sad news yesterday, that one of my favorite high school teachers, Ms. Juliet McQueen, died this weekend. The article is here. The cause of her death was uncertain, which makes me feel so uneasy because she was such a healthy, exuberant woman who was so passionate about teaching. I never had a teacher like her. She encouraged discussion, thought, research. She was one of the most loved teachers at East Lansing when I was there, and she was one of the only teachers who could really command the respect and full attention of a class of 17 year olds. She taught by telling stories of her own life and experiences, and she had respect for her students. She was so young, I can't even believe it that she died. It sucks. There's no other way to put it.


Well.
I'm really not sick anymore and that's fantastic. I'm reading this book about Tim Leary (right). It's pretty interesting. I think he was not good at making decisions, at least not when he was younger.

Last night the Chirps played at Mac's Bar with Scott H. Biram. The Chirps were great, as always. I kind of hate being at that bar though.

On Saturday night I was at my friends' house; they were having a one-man-band show. Mosquito Bandito, Lord Vapid, and another guy (Dr. Metal?).

I've been so wired on caffeine all weekend. I wasn't drinking at the bar last night so I just drank a lot of diet coke. And I just finished up a triple grande americano. I'm jittering.

Next weekend I'm going camping with Chaz. Our tent is going in the sand, on the beach, 20 feet from Lake Michigan. That reminds me, I need to go to Dick's and find some longer stakes. The regular ones come out of the sand too easily. We did this last summer too. Camping "on the lawn" of my grandpa's cabin. It's nice. We get mostly left to our own devices but we can go in for meals or to cool off. We're leaving on Friday and returning on Sunday. Hopefully we will get nice weather and the traffic won't be too bad. I feel like this outing is much needed.

So last night at Mac's I interviewed Abbie about this and that and I told her I'd publish it, so here's a little insight into the life of Abbie S****r.

Changing Lives, Changing Diapers: The Abbie S****r Story

I sat down with Abbie at Mac's Bar to ask her a few questions about her life. What I did not expect was how personable someone who leads such a sordid life could be. Abbie had to scream and make monkey sign language to be understood above the din of the bar, but that only made her seem more elegant and refined.

In that light, I've decided to just publish the interview in the Q&A Playboy style in order to keep intact all of the ishiessness of Abbie's responses to my questions. However, I did not write down my questions so you'll just have to imagine what they were.

Kayte: ?
Abbie: The sloth.

K: ?
A: Order Jimmy John's.

K: ?
A: Geometry.

K: ?
A: My ass itches.

K: ?
A: Katherine.

K: ?
A: Cracker barrel white cheddar.

K: ?
A: Kayte Rev****.

K: ?
A: The philosophy of laziness.

K: ?
A: Avocado red pepper and white cheddar sandwiches.

K: ?
A: "Rev****'s"

K: ?
A: Crabs.

K: ?
A: I'm proud of the STD's you get from vintage clothing.

K: ?
A: "The Saintly Abbie S****r Story"

So there you have it. I've masked the names because, although my online dealings are as innocent as my real life ones, I prefer not to have them searchable by my full name.