by DanCooper » Wed Mar 22, 2017 9:29 pm
LexusSchmexus wrote:Within two weeks Vlad?
I'd take vlad at his word. The man is a tefl-jobbing factotum, incarnate.
Be it due to sackings or feebly attempting greener pastures, he has darkened the threshold of more English language factory schools in Cambodia than you have fingers and toes.
As a somber addendum, I must note that vlad's recent resurgence has been deeply affecting my thoughts on life, fate and the unflinchingly capricious nature of it all.
To have had LTO's venerable and venerated contributions and insight ripped from our presence so callously, yet vlad persists... it's enough to drive one to sullenly ponder the desolately random meaning of it all, whilst wistfully draining an Old Fashioned.
Though in fairness, I guess it could be said that risk is inherent when one lives a full and experiential life, whilst in contrast, the other safely shuffles from plastic teacher's-room chair, to living room BarcaLounger, all the while camped-out on 440, safely ensconced in a perennial lack of self-awareness, a fetid womb of daft actuality.
[quote="LexusSchmexus"]Within two weeks Vlad?[/quote]
I'd take vlad at his word. The man is a tefl-jobbing factotum, incarnate.
Be it due to sackings or feebly attempting greener pastures, he has darkened the threshold of more English language factory schools in Cambodia than you have fingers and toes.
As a somber addendum, I must note that vlad's recent resurgence has been deeply affecting my thoughts on life, fate and the unflinchingly capricious nature of it all.
To have had LTO's venerable and venerated contributions and insight ripped from our presence so callously, yet vlad persists... it's enough to drive one to sullenly ponder the desolately random meaning of it all, whilst wistfully draining an Old Fashioned.
Though in fairness, I guess it could be said that risk is inherent when one lives a full and experiential life, whilst in contrast, the other safely shuffles from plastic teacher's-room chair, to living room BarcaLounger, all the while camped-out on 440, safely ensconced in a perennial lack of self-awareness, a fetid womb of daft actuality.