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Thursday, January 31
 

As reviewed by the prestigious theweblogreview.com:

"Yellow Brick Road does not carry a yellow colour scheme. It does not mention Dorothy (though the writers are called 'The Wizard' and 'Tin Man'), and there is certainly no mention of any Elton John music. The design of the site is, frankly, poor. A lot of the download time is taken up a a pretty rubbish graphic on the side of the page, and instead of any internal navigation to speak of (archives, about, contact) there are only links off-site and a long, long series of posts dating back to the year 2000.

But the site redeems itself. It's strange, and unexpected; if I wasn't reviewing this site then I would leave it immediately without reading anything simply because the design is so uninspiring. It redeems itself by being different. There are two writers, and for every post they carry a conversation, each taking a different viewpoint, carrying a different opinion. It works very well (not always, but more often than not). The site would score higher if it was more a site and less a page; the design needs work but thankfully the content is just right."
posted by The Wizard


Dude, we got trashed. No, YOU got trashed. "The design of the site is, frankly, poor" and the "pretty rubbish graphic" HaHaHa!!!
posted by Tin Man

But they lauded the writing..said it "worked very well" and that the "content is just right."
posted by The Wizard

Laud is a bit of an overstatement and they were only drawn in by the gimmick. If only they knew how gimmicky this whole thing was. Sheesh. I'd say this was a fabulous review under the circumstances.
posted by Tin Man

I don't want to pander to the masses or anything but the way is now clear. The light shineth. I will go to the top! The revolution begins anew!
posted by jon


Wednesday, January 30
 

So I’m reading the Bible…
posted by The Wizard

Ok, for why?
posted by Tin Man

I dunno, just to read over some of it again…
posted by The Wizard

How is it?
posted by Tin Man

Long…
posted by The Wizard

Any thoughts?
posted by Tin Man

Yeah, it kind of makes me angry.
posted by The Wizard

I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.
posted by Tin Man

Not generally, no. I’m working on it though. It’s much different reading it now than four, five years ago.
posted by The Wizard

How so?
posted by Tin Man

It’s been four, five years.
posted by The Wizard

Brilliant.
posted by Tin Man

Is skepticism a religion?
posted by The Wizard

Yeah, it's called science.
posted by Tin


Tuesday, January 22
 

Objection overruled, or You can always go to law school if things don’t work out

He says the problem with teachers is, “What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite company.

“I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor,” he says.
“Be honest. What do you make?”

And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you get a drink of water?
Because you’re not thirsty, you’re bored, that’s why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, “Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?”
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?
-taylor mali-
posted by jon


Friday, January 18
 

I feel so restrained having to be polite and nice all the time. It's been such a given that i can just be however i want in any situation. Now that i'm here, away from everyone, representing myself as a businessman (sort of) i feel fake. I'm extra polite, i try to smile all the time, my speech patterns go into a whole different mode and i have to watch my actions. In effect, i feel incredibly boring and withheld.
posted by The Wizard

You are boring. The difference is now that you are boring without any character. Your pants are tapered, your earrings are gone, your smile looks ridiculous....
posted by Tin Man

I hate this. I haven't been able to talk normally in two weeks. Is this how it feels to be working? To be hanging out with older people all the time and try not to offend them? This sucks. Then again, some of these "older" people are incredibly immature. They still throw stuff all over the place, make fun of each other...all that stuff. So maybe there's hope yet.
posted by The Wizard

Maybe you should just let go and stop pretending to be mature.
posted by Tin Man

I can't. I have to be collected and calm and use proper grammar. I can't let them know that inside all i want to be doing is as little as possible.
posted by The Wizard

So basically you want to be doing what you've done your whole life?
posted by Tin Man

Yeah, basically.
posted by jon


Friday, January 11
 

“Self Reliance”

“I appeal from your customs. I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you. If you can love me for what i am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, i will still seek to deserve that you should. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that i will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever only rejoices me and the heart appoints. If you are noble, i will love you; if you are not, i will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; i will seek my own. I do this not selfishly but humbly and truly. It is alike your interest, and mine, and all men’s, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth. Does this sound harsh to-day? You will soon love what is dictated by your nature as well as mine, and if we follow the truth it will bring us out safe at last. --But so may you give these friends pain. Yes, i cannot sell my liberty and my power, to save their sensibility. Besides, all persons have their moments of reason, when they look out into the region of absolute truth; then will they justify me and do the same thing.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson-
posted by jon


Thursday, January 3
 

Who said i was trying to?
posted by Tin

 

You're not helping.
posted by jon

 

Hey, i'm not the genius who wrote it, i just recited it to maybe help you out.
posted by Tin

 

That seems to have a Catch-22 ish ring to it. To succumb to fear only after the fact? Isn't that just the same as never having feared at all? You're pretty much just telling me to push aside the fear of change until after the change has happened. That's a pretty ass backward response don't you think?
posted by jon

 

I read something once about how people are never without fear but the courageous man succumbs to it only after the event is over, as opposed to the weak man who falls to his knees before and during.
posted by Tin

 

Then i suppose the only way to fight against fear is to embrace change? Or is it to ignore the prospect of pain and to harden ourselves to it so that we no longer fear through training and repetition? Where exactly does the courage spring from that will hold fear at bay?
posted by jon

 

You're leaving out the most important part of fear however. The driving force behind fear is change. The unknown brings about change. Pain brings about change. Sometimes that is a good thing but in each instance, the unknown potential for change and pain is what causes fear.
posted by Tin

 

"There is nothing to fear but fear itself."

But what exactly is fear? I've been asked if i'm afraid of going off to England and China. I'm not really sure if i'm afraid or more...reluctant. I guess in a sense i am afraid because i think that fear pretty much encompasses the unknown. But fear is also synomynous with pain. The unknown taken by itself is fundamentally exciting but i think that by adding in the potential element of pain, the unknown becomes fear. So in that sense i'm not really afraid because i don't think i'll be hurt or pained.
posted by jon

 



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the wizard
our naive protagonist. think harry potter. but older. and not as cool. the wizard has feelings and emotions and all of that human bs. the wizard is lost, lonely, and curious. aren't you?

tin man
the batman to the wizard's robin, the jordan to wiz's pippen, the britney to the wizard's justin, the skipper to the wizard's gilligan, the jon to the george...yeah, you get it. the tin man is stronger, faster, and more powerful than any locomotive. but he's not real. just a heartless, soulless, practical machine. who happens to talk.