Out With The Old
Maybe I will have to change the name of this thing. TIME is printing that letter I sent them about Clinton. Well, "excerpts"--it will be interesting to see what they've cut. The original, in any event, will remain here.
From: Time Letters [mailto:letters@time.com]
Sent: Friday, July 09, 2004 10:27 AM
To: (real email address deleted here)
Subject: Your letter in TIME
Dear Ms. Xxxxx:
I am pleased to tell you that excerpts from your letter will be
published in the July 19 issue of TIME, which will be available on
newsstands Monday July 12. Thank you very much for letting us hear
from you. We're sure that other TIME readers will be interested in
your comments, too.
Sincerely,
Robert Cushing
Things may to be going better in Iraq than anyone (I mean anyone with a functioning brain) expected. Intensive negotiations between the new government and the resistance:In the Ancient Streets of Najaf, Pledges of Martyrdom for Cleric. With Chalabi out, it's probably close to a representative government...and can the U.S. really assume that they can continue to control it?
Which gets me back to my topic. Three weeks ago I was supposed to spend a week downtown at the Wilshire Grand for advanced training in the Open Court reading program required in most LA schools, enjoying gourmet lunches and enduring the mind-numbing boredom of listening to professional trainers who consistently misinterpret, and sometimes assault, the fundamental principles of the OCR program (which is superb).
The District lost all the registration data for people who had registered for this training online, so after waiting in line for an hour, several hundred teachers, including me, were told to go home.
Not only did I go home, I started cleaning house. Not a usual event. Since I married John in 1992 he has done all the housework, and his standards are even less rigorous than mine. Suddenly, all that has changed. Scrubbing, laundering, ordering new bedding, putting everything useable than we don't want anymore outside for the neighbors (sitting all day having a 'yard sale' is too boring for me), exploring the recesses of closets that haven't seen daylight in decades. (It's part of an old 4-plex in the Fairfax district, and its last occupant was attorney Robert Shapiro's grandmother, whose other grandson was an old friend of mine from acidhead days 35 years ago...but that's another story.)
Out with the old, in with the new. It's a brave new world out here.
From: Time Letters [mailto:letters@time.com]
Sent: Friday, July 09, 2004 10:27 AM
To: (real email address deleted here)
Subject: Your letter in TIME
Dear Ms. Xxxxx:
I am pleased to tell you that excerpts from your letter will be
published in the July 19 issue of TIME, which will be available on
newsstands Monday July 12. Thank you very much for letting us hear
from you. We're sure that other TIME readers will be interested in
your comments, too.
Sincerely,
Robert Cushing
Things may to be going better in Iraq than anyone (I mean anyone with a functioning brain) expected. Intensive negotiations between the new government and the resistance:In the Ancient Streets of Najaf, Pledges of Martyrdom for Cleric. With Chalabi out, it's probably close to a representative government...and can the U.S. really assume that they can continue to control it?
Which gets me back to my topic. Three weeks ago I was supposed to spend a week downtown at the Wilshire Grand for advanced training in the Open Court reading program required in most LA schools, enjoying gourmet lunches and enduring the mind-numbing boredom of listening to professional trainers who consistently misinterpret, and sometimes assault, the fundamental principles of the OCR program (which is superb).
The District lost all the registration data for people who had registered for this training online, so after waiting in line for an hour, several hundred teachers, including me, were told to go home.
Not only did I go home, I started cleaning house. Not a usual event. Since I married John in 1992 he has done all the housework, and his standards are even less rigorous than mine. Suddenly, all that has changed. Scrubbing, laundering, ordering new bedding, putting everything useable than we don't want anymore outside for the neighbors (sitting all day having a 'yard sale' is too boring for me), exploring the recesses of closets that haven't seen daylight in decades. (It's part of an old 4-plex in the Fairfax district, and its last occupant was attorney Robert Shapiro's grandmother, whose other grandson was an old friend of mine from acidhead days 35 years ago...but that's another story.)
Out with the old, in with the new. It's a brave new world out here.
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