I am soothed by the order within an elementary school. Everything is so ‘in its proper bin’. Today, there appeared on the door to the classroom a “chores chooser”. It’s actually one of those kinds of organizers that women put in their closets to hang shoes in or whatever, but each pocket on this one is labeled with a chore: reptiles (feeding), snack, attendance . . . All the kids find, on the little table next to this, their names written on pieces of construction paper, and they are to put theirs into the pocket of the chore they want for next week. The Judge loves a rule, so he dutifully picks up his piece of paper and reads over the chore choices. Then he says “naaaaaaaaw” and puts the paper back on the table and goes inside.

eels - beautiful freak