Freudian Recursion

So, one of the oddities of my personal biology is that, unless I'm dangerously sleep-deprived, I generally wake up every three hours once I've gone to sleep.  Possibly only for a minute or two, but it's pretty regular. 

With getting up to head in to school at six, I generally end up falling asleep about midnight, waking up at around 3, and sleeping again until about 6, which means I don't usually have to depend on my alarm, which is nice.  But, should I have a day without school (like today) I still wake up around six... and when I go back to sleep, my brain doesn't seem to know how to handle it.  I've had more dreams I can remember this school year than I did all through college and the sojourn in Bloomington.

Which is where this entry comes from...  This (late) morning's dream was, I kid you not, a documentary-style overview of my recent life, a sort of "Behind the Science" examination of me, the last semester.  The voice-over was a psychoanalysis of my motivations and intentions.  While, I think, unnecessarily critical, it was actually rather incisive.

So, the question is, how am I to interpret a dream which purports to interpret me?  Is this simply evidence that my unconscious mind is an even bigger smart ass than I am, or is there something else I should be taking away from this?

An Observation

The blog's been unusually pictury lately.  Not sure if that will continue or not, but I have rediscovered my Flip video camera.  Only good can come of this.

(Re)Lapses in Judgement

 Occasionally, we all have ideas that are, on their own, really and actually awesome, but which have occurred in a context not terribly appropriate.

I've been tapped to be the sponsor of a new science club at the high school where I teach, and have just finished setting up a page for the organization on the school's Edline site.  I thought the following would be a pretty neat picture to be the title image for the science club's website.  For the record, it's a little cartoon girl with a cape, and a box on her head, thereby donning her alter ego Zimbar Zimbar, alien astronaut.  She is holding a chocolate chip cookie.  (Yeah, it's from a webcomic.)

And I still think it would be an excellent image for such a thing.  But I happen to be a science teacher at a Catholic high school.

Not knowing the background, I fear that people might make a few unfortunate assumptions... with even more unfortunate implications.

Still an awesome panel, though... but I am glad the filter noticed a few things before I posted it.

Road Scholar

Well, the new vehicle is streetworthy... turns out the initial snafu at the emissions testing site was just a false alert, and she is set.  Plates transferred and paid for, new title applied for and on the way.  I think I shall name her Elyra, possibly Lyra for short.  Below, I have included pictures.  Note, these are not Lyra herself, as I don't have a working digital camera at the moment, but they are web-acquired shots of some of her make, model, and chassis- design twins.

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The Age of Alero

Entries have been sparse, as I've been busy doing things in real life, but I wanted to note the occasion.  Brunhilda (my old van, in case anyone wasn't aware that I'd named her) is dead, may she rest in peace, and new car has been purchased.

It is a 2001 Oldsmobile Alero, as yet unnamed and ungendered.  Updates, and probably a picture or two, coming.  So far, we get along well.  I feel like she (and yes, I did decide it was "she" just there) has stories to tell.