Changes Needed

My computer is trying to kill me.

Once again, I had a post all cued up here, nearly ready to go. I just popped over for a minute to get a web address. When I returned, it had been eaten up by the cruel electronic monster that is the internet.

Blast.

I had rambled on quite a bit about my lack of motivation and desire to continue the whole teaching charade, how I dreaded facing classes and, to a much greater degree, grading, and musing on how I could possibly manage to pursue my passions as I have been so warmly encouraged to do of late while still maintaining my current job until those passions were in a position to actually support my family.

I had no answers. I'd like to think they might have come had I managed to get the post up. But that's the fantasy world of 12:40 in the morning.

At least I did get the web address I was looking for. I was going to give you all a moment of amusement by presenting my blog as if I were a down-with-the-street smart-talking gangsta (ala my favorite accounts receivable supervisor, Herbert Kornfeld). Keep the kiddies away because there is some off-color language, but I present you with Izzle Sojourna Chronicle (brought to you by Gizoogle).