U.S. Grammar School Interim Report to Parents

(This piece is attributed to Nancy Greggs of The Guardian UK. I found it on BOP, who could only locate another copy at ToppleBush, though a quick Google also found copies on Democratic Underground and LiveJournal. Since there’s no real “original” to post, I’m reposting it here. It’s worth it.)

United States Grammar School Interim Report to Parents

Dear Mr. and Mrs. G.H.W. Bush,

Once again, it is that time of year when we update the parents of our students on their child’s progress, and we regret to inform you that your son, Georgie, is not doing as well as we’d hoped and expected when he embarked on his four-year program at our school.

As you are well aware, Georgie was installed as class president at the start of the school year, despite the fact that the majority of his fellow students did not vote for him. We foresaw problems immediately, but were assured by several school board members (who, as we understand it, are friends of your family) that this would not result in any real difficulty. Unfortunately, they have been proven wrong.

In the area of scholastic achievement, despite our best efforts, Georgie is still reading and speaking at a grade level far below our usual standards.. At this point, we are not sure if his failure to learn is due to laziness and a lack of ability to apply himself to his studies, or if he simply lacks the intellectual capacity to improve in these areas.

His oral presentations to the class are particularly troubling; it is apparent that Georgie has not read the necessary materials, and he often simply fabricates facts to hide this shortcoming. In oral exams, he tends to repeat the same answers over and over, e.g. “The economy is good; jobs are on their way,” indicating a profound failure to keep up with the Current Events portion of the curriculum.

Georgie also tends to fabricate elaborate stories about himself – which, admittedly, can sometimes be very amusing. During a school celebration last May, he delighted his fellow students by coming to class in a little “flight suit” (just like the grown-ups wear!), and had everyone in stitches with his story about the family dog having eaten his report card from military pre-school!

On the whole, however, Georgie does not play well with other children. His “leadership” in the classroom continues to divide many students, one against the other. Other study groups, such as our French and German-language classes, are no longer willing to cooperate with Georgie’s group, even though they have traditionally done so in the past.

Your son also displays a lack of taking responsibility for his failings, and seems unable to appreciate the consequences of his actions. Although he was provided with the best textbooks on the subjects of the Economy, Job Creation, The Environment, et cetera, these books were damaged or completely destroyed within a matter of months. Georgie insists that he “inherited” these books in poor condition, despite all evidence to the contrary. (In fact, these same textbooks were previously used by one of our very best students, who actually returned them in better condition than he found them!)

During his first few weeks with us, Georgie quickly became part of a group of other “problem students.” Despite warnings, he has consistently befriended children whom we consider to be “bad elements,” such as Little Kenny Lay and a foreign-exchange student named Chalabi. Both of these youngsters have been expelled from other schools due to their involvement in cheating other students out of their lunch money. We feel that these kinds of relationships can only lead to no good, and hope that you will advise your child accordingly.

Georgie often displays aggressive behaviour in the schoolyard, and recently assaulted a student in another school district, completely unprovoked. When asked about this incident, Georgie insisted that the other child was armed and dangerous. When investigation into the matter proved otherwise, Georgie changed his story several times: he was just trying to “democratize” the other child, the other child’s school was harboring gang members, and so on. Quite frankly, his story on this topic has so changed from week to week, we simply can’t trust his word at all anymore.

Georgie’s friends, while not great in number, are very loyal, but tend to be over-protective. If any of the other students point out Georgie’s failing grades, these friends simply shout them down and tell them not to speak at all. When Georgie was summoned to the principal’s office several weeks ago, he insisted that his “best friend” come with him. We feel that it is in Georgie’s best interest to learn to stand up for himself; failure to do so could seriously damage his ability to handle a leadership role in his adult years.

As you are aware, final exams will be held in November, and Georgie’s past performance leads us to conclude that he will not be able to achieve the grades necessary to continue on with another four-year term at our institution.

Yours Truly, Ms. J.Q. Public, Assistant Principal

Buckminster Pinhead

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Yesterday was the 109th birthday of Buckminster Fuller, inventor of Geodesic domes and many other nifty technological goodnesses.

However, in a rather bizarre turn of events, the U.S. Postal Service chose this date to issue a commemorative stamp featuring the visage of famed Hellraiser Cenobyte Pinhead.

iTunes: “SickAspFuck (Full Gimball #1 Club)” by Pigface from the album Preaching to the Perverted (1995, 4:59).

Another thing I keep meaning to investigate

Every so often when people watch me dance, they get the idea from the way I move that I know at least one form of martial art, and possibly more. One person even came up to me after I left the dance floor at one point and named off no less than seven different forms that he thought I’d had some amount of experience in. As flattering as this was, it amused me, as the extent of my martial arts training so far is a few weeks of karate when I was in my pre-teens.

Still, I like the movements that I see, and have likely incorporated them into how I move when I’m dancing, so it’s not terribly surprising to get comments like that, even if it does make me laugh. I’ve been interested in exploring some form of martial art for quite a few years now, though I’ve yet to have the available time to take classes — having worked swings/nights for around a decade now, I’m usually earning my pay when classes are going on.

Over the years, there have been two martial art forms that have caught my interest, and it was more than a little amusing to see both of them pop up tonight in my daily reads.

First came yet another in the never-ending stream of silly ‘net quizzes: What Martial Art Style Calls to You?

Capoeira

Capoeira is your Way. An African-Brazillian form developed by slaves, Capoeira is a rhythmic, aggresive style known for its dance-like forms and unpredictability.

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I’ve been fascinated with Capoeira for years, likely dating back to the mid-90’s when one roommate or another brought home Only the Strong, which would be your basic cheesy martial arts flick except that it chose to use Capoeira as its signature style.

Originating in Brazil, Capoeira came about when the ruling classes at the time forbade their slaves to practice any form of fighting. To get around the restriction, the fighting style developed from and was incorporated into the slaves’ dancing, resulting in an absolutely beautiful combination of dance and fighting skill. It’s a truly amazing thing to watch if you ever get the chance.

Later on, I read that DeAnna stopped by last weekend’s Asian festival in Seattle’s International district, where she got to witness demonstrations by the Chinese Wushu and Tai Chi academy. Tai Chi is the other of the two styles that I’ve been interested in learnings, and as it turns out, the academy isn’t terribly far away from my apartment. While I don’t currently have evenings free, with any luck that will be changing in the near future, and I just might actually be able to pursue one of the many interests that have been rattling around in my head for quite a few years now.

iTunes: “Tschirm Tschikwirk” by Bigod 20 from the album On the Run (1992, 5:23).

Awww, shucks!

This was rather flattering to run across tonight…

Which blog has your favorite design?

Only one? eclecticism, by Michael Hanscom. It is the most intentionally designed blog I know, and the design is significant, a protest of stereotyping blog designs according to gender. Go Michael!

Thanks, Alicia!

Amusingly enough, I’m starting to run ideas around in my head to expand the choices a bit, too. No clue when they’ll show up, but hopefully they’ll be appreciated also. :)

iTunes: “Happy Phantom (Live)” by Amos, Tori from the album Y Kant Tori Read (and Other Rarities) (1994, 3:37).

Election Day USA: Protest music CD compilation

I haven’t downloaded any of these yet, so I can’t vouch for any of the actual songs, but I like the project: Election Day USA.

SEA LION RECORDS is proud to present a CD COMPILATION of ANTI-BUSH, ANTI-WAR music to be released to college and public radio stations during late SUMMER 2004, titled: ELECTION DAY USA

ALL 20 SONGS on the COMPILATION are LISTED BELOW, with FREE RealAudio and MP3 links…  ENJOY!

16 different artists were selected to be part of this compilation. The relatively small number of songs that professionally made CDs can hold did limit how many songs we could include. Our sincerest thanks to everyone who submitted work that wasn’t included. Your efforts are greatly appreciated by all of us, looking for ‘closure’ to this Bush matter in November 2004.

(via BOP)

iTunes: “Fish Below the Ice (Plankton Enriched)” by Shriekback from the album Dancing Years, The (1990, 5:51).

A bird in the hand is worth one from the Bush

Amazing, the things that go on when people turn out to see the Presidential motorcade

Sean had to go back to work (he snuck out to join in the fun), so we drove him back to my place where his car was, then me, Adam, and Brendan went to another spot along the highway that we had spied earlier. A friendly Kerry supporter named Mr. Shenk let us use his front yard to display our banners. Now comes the good part. After waiting around for about 45 minutes, the motorcade passed by us again. A few police cars, followed by a van or two, drove by. Then, a Bush/Cheney bus passed, followed by a second one going slower. At the front of this second bus was The W himself, waving cheerily at his supporters on the other side of the highway. Adam, Brendan, and I rose our banner (the More Trees, Less Bush one) and he turned to wave to our side of the road. His smile faded, and he raised his left arm in our direction. And then, George W. Bush, the 43rd president of the United States of America, extended his middle finger.

Read that last sentence again.

I got flipped off by George W. Bush.

A ponytailed man standing next to us confirmed the event, saying, “I do believe the President of the U.S. just gave you boys the finger.”

Just in case you had any doubts about just what Bush thinks about those who disagree with him.

Kevin came through

Me and Kevin

My little brother stopped by yesterday to hang out with Prairie and I for a while on his way down to Corvallis to scout out job and housing options, as he and Emily will be moving there soon after the birth of their baby. We had a fun time visiting for a few hours, playing music, swapping stories, and generally just hanging out. He’ll be back through town next weekend on his way back to Mississippi, too.

Should make for a fun weekend — I mentioned to Shawna (Shauna?), one of the owners of The Vogue, that my brother was coming through town, and she was kind enough to get me a free “admit two” pass to next Saturday night so that I could introduce my hippie-bluegrass-reggae lovin’ brother to the Seattle goth-industrial-new wave scene. Much hilarity should ensue…

iTunes: “Watermelon Man” by Hancock, Herbie from the album Jazz: The Definitive Performances (1973, 6:30).

The terrorists have already won

Okay, let me get this straight. Because we’re worried about a terrorist attack disrupting the election process, we’re planning to disrupt the election process in the event of a terrorist attack?

That doesn’t even start to make sense to me.

iTunes: “Breakfast in Vegas (Greasy Eggs and a Line to Go)” by Khan, Praga from the album Breakfast in Vegas (1999, 5:49).

So then — off I fucked.

Slate has a wonderful look at the history and vernacular of our Vice President’s most notorious favorite four-letter word in A Very, Very Dirty Word.

The following anecdote appears in one of Niall Ferguson’s absorbing studies of the British Empire. On the eve of independence for the colony of South Yemen, the last British governor hosted a dinner party attended by Denis Healey, then the minister for defense. Over the final sundown cocktail, as the flag was about to be lowered over the capital of Aden, the governor turned to Healey and said, “You know, Minister, I believe that in the long view of history, the British Empire will be remembered only for two things.” What, Healey was interested to know, were these imperishable aspects? “The game of soccer. And the expression ‘fuck off.'”

(via Buzzworthy)

Toilets of Doom

While much was made about the fancy-shmancy automated self-cleaning public toilets that popped up here in Seattle a few months ago, I’ve yet to actually give one of them a shot myself.

This is primarily because while I’ve seen more than a few people go into them…

…I’ve yet to see someone come out.

I’m convinced that they’re not really toilets at all. They’re population control. Self-contained extermination booths. The fifteen minutes that are allowed? That’s actually how long it takes for the acid showers to dissolve everything down to the bones, after which the floor opens and drops any bits that couldn’t be eaten away (watches, fillings, jewelry, etc.) down to a collection bin to be distributed to pawn shops throughout the city.

Or then again, maybe I’m just paranoid.

iTunes: “A Deeper Love (Underground Club)” by Clivillés and Cole from the album Pride (In the Name of Love) (1991, 6:00).