Tommy Hilfiger Boyfriend jeans are my new favorites, and they’re absolutely perfect for a woman shaped more like a Grecian urn and less like Twiggy. The rise is high enough to hide what your momma gave ya and low enough that you don’t actually look like your mother. I only wish they offered them in 33″ lengths; 32″ is almost, but not quite perfect, and 34″ is just too long.
Classes started yesterday, and I already have homework. I’m taking an introduction course and another called “Internet for Educators” wherein I will be required to create, from scratch, a curriculum-based website. Using code! I haven’t written code since college and that was COBOL.
Quick update on the masters program to answer Lucy’s question. Educational Technology deals with the use of technology in education. But seriously – it’s focused on how computers and software are used in the classroom by both teachers and students, specifically the integration of technology into the curriculum. Just visit Apple Education, and you’ll learn more than you ever wanted to know.
Traveling so much means eating out almost contantly, which requires vigilance to remain fit. And, invariably, there is some guy, sweating like a pig and hogging up the hotel treadmill. And, when one decides to take a walk around the block instead, there will be a dump truck or garbage truck or 18-wheeler spewing black filth into the air, filling one’s eyes with soot and lungs with carbon monoxide. Either way, ICK.
The Lord of the Rings audiobook has made for pleasant travel the past few days. I remember reading several years ago that Tolkien remarked he didn’t originally write his work as “Catholic” in nature but changed it to be intentionally so in the rewriting. Listening to the work makes that intention more clear. (Although, not nearly as obvious as C.S. Lewis.) It’s another layer I’m enjoying in this fine work. (Also, there are some interesting comparisons to be made between LOTR & Harry Potter. But that’s another discussion for another day.)
And of course, no post containing miscellaneous happenings can go without updating you all on the best news of the week: I’ve made my annual sales quota with six weeks to spare. Yay! Party! Woohoo! (etc., etc., etc.)
Now, back to work.