Pete’s Dragon and Mudslides

I’ve seen the beginning of Pete’s Dragon about twelve times now because my four-year-old cousin has discovered the wonders of the DVD remote. I’m visiting my family and have been alternately sang to, tugged around, and shown every room in my cousin’s house. I was also introduced to my cousin’s dad’s exercise machine, and it was insisted that I sit on it with her and slide back and forth. Her songs are the best, though: one of them was about a little girl who went swimming in a hole and then drowned with spiders (how pleasant is that?!), and another went like “Sarah was a girl, then she became a boy, and now she’s a girl…” That last one prompted me to ask her mom what kind of transgender issues they discuss nowadays in “Pre-K”.

We’re taking a trip to visit my parents tomorrow, and I know my cousin will love that because she’ll get to chase ducks and possibly bounce on the trampoline if her parents allow it. I brought along some homework for Wednesday, including reading in The Upanishads for Asian Philosophy and Utopia for honors. I started on Utopia the other night, and that was actually more fun that I expected, but that’s probably in part because I had experimented with an iceless Mudslide involving Kahlua, Bailey’s Irish Cream, Rain vodka, milk, and Hershey’s syrup, so I probably could have read the phone book and enjoyed it as much.

I was amazed at my astronomy class today, not because of the insight and knowledge I gained, but at how little was shown by my colleagues in there. One kid asked “If Mercury’s so hot, why isn’t it considered a star?” and some questions that were asked of us included “What is the most massive object in our solar system?” and “What type is that most massive object?” I distinctly remember in fourth grade studying our planets (there were nine in those days *nostalgic tear*) and learning about these various things, and I can’t believe anyone can get to college and not know some of this stuff.

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