Meine Klein Welt

Bad Husbands

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bikeExcerpted from an actual student conversation:

Jake: I’m going to be a bad husband.

Fumbi: We’re all going to be bad husbands.

Jake: No, I mean, I just ordered a new bike and I’m already lusting after other bikes.

Geeks ‘R Us

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pocket protectorQuestion to my AP Computer Science class:

“Guess what I bought us today?”

Actual Student Answer:

“Pocket protectors?”

Making kids nerdier. That’s what I do everyday, here at VCS.

(Just for the record, I didn’t actually buy them pocket protectors, but I do think it’s a good idea).

Chestnut Strikes Again!

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chestnutApparently several cats in Austria have been found with the bird flu. Read Article Here. I wouldn’t be surprised if my long lost cat, Chestnut, is involved. She might even be running a flu vaccination racket on the side. Well, she might be if she were smart. And if you think she’s smart, I have a few stories to tell you. Like the one where she got stuck in the rain gutter…

Curling Zamboni

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ZamboniAt the curling match I think I caught a glimpse of the bottom rung of the zamboni hierarchy. Is there some kind of promotion track this guy is on? If so, what’s the next step in the hierarchy?

I can just imagine this guy biding his time, dreaming of a zamboni opening at the local skating rink. Or maybe he gets a big break and lands a job at a hockey rink. Does he put “Curling Zamboni” on his resume? These are the kinds of questions we need answers to.

What do you guys think?

Running, Wachtelbohnen, and Dick Cheney

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QuailSo I’m training for a marathon, and Sundays are my long run days. Today I got a bit of a late start because I decided to watch the Third Man at the Burg Kino with a new friend of mine. If you’ve never seen an old movie on the big screen, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, as I was chugging through my 10 miles along the Donaukanal Sunday night I had a completely random memory dating back 3 years ago. I remember foolishly deciding to run up to Kahlenburg in the snow with Sonja Gassett and Dave Jacobsen. I say foolishly because I ended up tearing a tendon in my foot and could barely walk for a few weeks.

At a specific spot along my run(the exact spot I had this conversation 3 years ago), I had a very vivid memory of telling Sonja that I had found pinto beans in Vienna and that they were called Wachtelbohnen. Literally “quail beans.”

Then I read on the news today that Dick Cheney shot a guy while he was quail hunting…

Coincidence?