Naropa

So, a lot of the people I work with and friends we've met have gone to or are going to Naropa, which is that Jack Kerouac school that Allen Ginsberg and all them hung out or worked at. Anyway, the hippie-type, literary kids who are into all that poetry and equality and all that sort of stuff. Really great people for the most part, and I haven't experienced it here, but they're usually really pretentious and preach all the time. At least the ones that I've met haven't been like that. I've been toying with the idea of seeing how far I can take their good nature and maybe take that up a notch.

At the next Symposim (open mic), I'm going to go up and this is what I've come up with:

You know the Space Shuttle Challenger? I remember that like it was yesterday. I was in, I think 3rd grade. I remember thinking that it was amazing not only that they were sending a teacher up to space, but a woman. Now think about that for a second, a woman in space. Women have come a long way and now one's going to space. I don't know if there was ever a woman in space, prior, or if she was the first. She's the first that I've heard of at that point in my life.

So I was thinking about a woman in space and looking at the space shuttle and thinking, "Wow. A woman in a space shuttle. I guess they got rid of all those dehydrated food and now have a real kitchen on board. Maybe laundry or something. Are they trying to have babies in space?"

But, I guess God was thinking the same thing, "What?! A woman in space! Are you kidding me? I've got to stop this!"

Something along the lines of these is what I was thinking.