My students

Alright, I'll admit it: I don't know what to blog about in my new city. All I do is work as a teacher in Washington, D.C., and explore the city periodically, and try to get out periodically so I don't get ill with city-itis. I used to spend all day outdoors messing with bird poop and grading roads with tractors. Now I stay indoors and teach kids about nature.

I am teaching biology at a school inside the Beltway, but that's all I can really say about that since I am sure my kids are pretty internet-savy. I have this sneaking suspicion, sort of how an escaped prisoner must feel about the police, that those kids are going to find me on the Web, one day. I mean, there you are, sitting in a nice lounge chair on the beach in Mexico, drinking coke and rum through a straw, taking in the waves and the women, when there comes the one thing you have been waiting for for seventeen years--the tap on the shoulder, and a man in a bad suit calling you by your real name. It's time to pay for the crimes you've done.

That's how I would feel if one of my kids found my blog and figured out who I was. All they would have to do in class is call me Mr. Tramptexan, and my blogging equilibrium would be shattered.

That's not to say I am not going to post here about my kids. I mean, 15-year olds are a lot more entertaining than bird poop and tractors any day of the week. I think I will just work up to it.

In the meantime, I have done some serious thinking. The universe is sometimes a just one, and this article demonstrates this inescapable fact.

One last thing...if you are having a bad day, visit the U.S. Botanical Garden and sit and watch the fountain after work. Make sure you visit the orchid room as well.