DUM dum de da DUM DUM

 Alright Tim,  I have emailed you, and am assuming the email on your blog is still correct, and blogspot is sending you an invitation to become a author on this blog.

I feel that we ought to have some kind of celebration, something with caps and gowns and playing Pomp and Circumstance. In my capacity as a substitute teacher I witnessed many practices and actual graduations.  Knowing eighth graders as the hellions they were in my classroom I expected them to be all rowdy and making fun of the process, but they took the whole thing very seriously, doing that stutter step to the DUM dum de da DUM DUM, walking up to the stage from the sides of the auditorium, looking for all the world like newly matured humans casting aside the spit balls of youth and eager to march proudly across high school and college and post graduation and solve cancer.  Just as We, Brothers of The Institute, spread enlightenment to the world.

Before I write a post I generally have a vague idea of what I am going to say, but once I start writing I will sail off on any old wind that blows.  I am not saying that's the right way, but that's what I do.  

The New Yorker recently reran Shirley Jackson's Lottery.  There was a little bit of a boomlet of interest in her in response to the movie Shirley, which took a few liberties and sometimes sailed off any old wind that blew, but that made it a pretty good movie.  This thing where a movie has to be just like the book or just like the facts of a book is so much bushwa if you ask me, but others may have different opinions.

But I am trying to generate opinions here, put a little something on The Institute dish to get the other dawgs out here and writing about stuff and introducing themselves to Free Tim Boxer, and while I'm on the subject do you want to choose an Official Institute moniker?

Okay only nine more days to the year and one of them is Christmas, so let's get cracking.