Tuesday, February 23 & Wednesday, February 24

Tuesday
Like I said, I was really into The Tao of Pooh. It's funny that Disney never did "Pooh Babies" like they did the Muppets. This sketch is what it might have looked like.

Christian L. introduced everyone to Rage Against the Machine. I think I copied the lyric here straight out of the liner notes from the tape he brought to school. I didn't get very into Rage, but Christian introduced me to a couple of my other favorite bands back then -- Red Hot Chili Peppers and Jane's Addiction. Mother's Milk and Ritual de lo Habitual were on my stereo quite a bit.

Christian wrote the music column in The Roundup, our school newspaper (which was more like a newsletter, since it was printed once a month on white tabloid-size paper). I was on the newspaper staff sophomore year, where I stretched my budding journalistic muscles investigating such hard-hitting subjects as "poseurs" and "black ink vs. blue ink." The newspaper teacher, "Gordo," recommended that I not take newspaper again junior year (it was a class, not a club) and I was OK with that. There were really too many staffers for the number of pages we had, and as it was high school, everyone wanted a column or feature and not enough space for each of them to do so. I didn't want to do the drudge work of reporting on French Club or whatever, so I dicked around a lot of the time with the other under-utilized staffers. Still got my varsity letter, though, silly as it was.

Wednesday
Apparently I was happy today. *shrugs*

The two quotes just under the date are from our Logic and Rhetoric teacher, Mr. Phelan. He was on one of his many digressions, talking about stumbling through the minefield of his children's toys. Apparently Barbies are really dangerous, but sitting on a troll doll doesn't hurt.

It's funny seeing all these quotes throughout 1954. Sometimes I know what their context was, but so often I have no idea. "I killed a monkey," for instance. Pretty sure the CL is Christian L., but who knows what it actually means. And it's a mystery who my friend Wil was talking about in his quote, "It's people like that that make me feel better about who I am." It's lost to time.