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04/14/2004 Entry: "CSS"

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Damn.. Didn't work. I've been tooling around a bit with CSS lately, but I ain't got no booklearnin'. These things take time.

Class was a daisy today. One student sported a shirt with a message demanding fallatio, but with certain letters substituted with numbers ala haxorsprach. I asked him if his mother knew about that shirt. He said his mom bought it for him.

This week, we had an activity with the goal of eliciting important everyday questions out of the students. One question was how to find the john. At that point we take a tangent and I lecture on the diverse vocabulary for that room. Let's face it. No other room in the house has nearly as many alternate names.

But what most mystifies Europeans is the term bathroom. Why call a room with possibly no bathtub at all a room of bathing? Well, as best as I can reckon, I'd say, we Statesmen in our throwback victorian ways like to euphemize. In other words, if I got to powder my nose it's no damn business whether I want to relieve myself, or wash my hands, or take a bath. So there.

But the funniest side-effect of our little American sublimation is the term halfbath*, which is used mostly in the real-estate biz. A halfbath is of course a bathroom with no bathtub. So shouldn't it be called a nobath?
Some people erroneously call it the guest bathroom. You can stay, but you can't bathe. Which is oddly fitting, at least in Ben Franklin's world. After all, he did declare that both fish and visitors stink after three days.

*Nice renovation, Barb. I'll call you if I ever move into a trailer park.