On Tuesday and Wednesday nights, I teach my online classes. The grand exchange of energy and ideas in a live classroom setting -- so passe. This online teaching is inspired. One more way in which the Internet has taken the bland palate of my life and filled it with Coca Cola and Pop Rocks. I don't care if I'm dancing on the edge. It tastes so damn good.
I mean, could I really be doing this while teaching live?
I've got my little chat window going with the students. I toss up a question I know it'll take them a while to answer. In the background, I've got a knitting site going. This one is a refresher on how to weave in ends while knitting. I'd forgotten one of the moves.
By the time I've gotten the info I need, some smarty has typed in an answer. I give a pat on the back, maybe a smiley face, then I lecture a wee bit.
Then I ask another tricky question.
My belly starts to growl, so I take a chip break.
Then it's back to knitting some more.
Let the hallowed halls burn. I've got my cable connection.