Good thing H is the most beautiful dog in the world, because thing's have been odd for certain.

Granted, I recently managed a winter teaching gig at the local cc, which is nice, also because it's a new class for me - up a level this time, which ought to be aboveall, new. Also, today tutoring was crazy - two and a half hours of paper writing (me learning more about reading comp and helping too and etc) and environmental science.

But man. I misspelled Ballot last blog. I brooded.

Other than that, I've wondered lately. Trying to figure out how to set new goals, since all my old goals have either been vetoed-by-maturance, or accomplished. And in that line of focus, rrrrgrrrr to the specific idea of community for being an extreme difficulty (I guess the 60s weren't an anomaly) but real good-O to art schoolies and knowledge dedication, and/or crew or misfits- for being peaceful, sometimes kind and fun crazy. Congrats to individuals for being so ruddy beautiful, but grrrrrrr to those same individuals for being spread so very far. Congrats to me for working intensely for so long, but a big "you suck" for being, after all that, undisciplined and very panicky/unclear afterwards.

I notice this country I live in tries, grandly, to support certain kinds of growing towards adulthood - the kind that involves male bachelors, marriage and/or family. Being outside the three is potentially weird, I think, but potentially important as well. I don't mean to harp on it, and keep yapping about it, or at least by that I mean to apologize for not having found a place to be proud of, but what archetype/template exists for alternates, alternatives, and aliens - those whose sense of belonging or happiness is predicated only on our dreams?

In recent research: did you know that 1882 immigration regulations barred America from, specifically, "convicts, lunatics, idiots, and persons likely to become public charges," and that later "loathsome" and then "idiots, imbeciles, and morons" were caveats added to legislation? Perhaps, were all these mandates applied to those already (via vaginal migration) considered Citizen, mass deportation might have been the result? From my perspective of course. But of course from my perspective, abortion opponents, bible thumpers, rich people, or heterosexual marriages wouldn't be... no, I guess I'd accept them, not being one to define everything legitimate in direct alignment to my own fascination with... myself.

I mean, "Idiots, Imbeciles, and Morons" and later racial quotas that barred Asians? Ouch, that was rather embarrassing to read. I don't know why it shocked me so much though, considering our history. But really, according to the story, not much is pretty about the battle to mark out and define belonging to this, the American soil.

Via what simple young-adult nonfic I've read, it seems that everyone new has made it more difficult for everyone next to be new. In light of all that, I can't help but either growl in the faces of those who bar odd passage, or wrap my arm around others' shoulder and say, hey, who do you think is next?

Hmmm. Anyhow, any of ya'll who know something about 1950 Mexican-American immigration or illegal border crossings: feel free to email me. I'm interested.

In the meantime, how did this friggin' pup turn out so much like his mum despite absolutely no genetic inheritance? (and no, I don't mean how adorable he is; just how lazy)