"The monkeys were sad, too"

I was saying to HenHen today that I feel like a real Californian now because I like the feeling of flip-flops between my toes.

My students did a fantastic job destroying The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter in a variety of ways. For instance, one group, whose task was to update the poem unsuccessfully, changed "I desired my dust to be mingled with yours" to "I set my cell phone to vibrate."