Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Where art thou, Paulo?


Oh, hell no.

It was one thing (one big BAD thing) when this was Wisconson we were talking about.

But in MY state?

Oh, no, no, no.
 
So it's a right to request it.  And it's rare that there are these requests.  And the request could be declined.  So. . . I'll be watching.

During the weekend I woke up with an epiphany, rather than waking up to the sound of gunshots.  Then the other night I met Paulo Freire in a dream and I woke up knowing he said something really profound.  But then I went back to sleep, forgot it, and woke up craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

I hate it when that happens.    

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