that time of year, mostly acorns and to a lesser degree - hickory and walnut
the squirrels have been enjoying a good crop so far this year and for some reason the nuts are bigger and more beautiful -
OK - the main reason for this post - JOY
breaking news, I was driving home from picking up some beer and apples when looking to the left during Dear Prudence - I saw a squirrel catching up a nut and doing a FLIP, mid-air - I cannot figure out if it was a backwards flip or not - but he shot into the air, flipping for joy at his find
we are not the only ones that can manage some fun in the fall
squirrels have it rough out there and I was glad to see exuberance, rather than fear, disorientation, and death
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
A New Semester
Has dawned. Hopefully my last of this sort. I am coming off 12 consecutive days of work. It sucked and it has got me down.
I am trying to tap into something good and trying really hard to realign my meridians. Something feels really off.
Anyway - still waiting for the results of my licensure test. In the meantime, my new schedule has begun.
This is what I got and my schedule.
Mondays and Wednesday I have my final education class. It meets at 8:30 AM Mondays and Wednesdays for an hour and a half. In October I will be in a high school for about two hours at a time Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The good thing about this class is that there is no Friday class, the instructor is really good, the class is "supposed" to be really good, and it has a focus on high school. The bad thing is that it involves a great deal of group work and I am going to have to figure out a way to be gone from work two plus hours every M-W-F during October.
Shakespeare at 8:00 Tuesdays and Thursdays. Taught by the most animated and loudest professor I have ever had. He simply loves Shakespeare. He has told us that his class will always run long, but that we can leave when the time is up. If no one else is left - he said he likely will continue on anyway. He simply LOVES Shakespeare. He sounds exactly like Tom Hanks. Does not look like him, but sound just like him. Weird, especially at 8:00 in the morning. We are studying 9 plays.
And then I have an independent study. Literary Analysis - the one I thought I could get out of - could not, but at least was able to take it as an independent study with a cool professor. What is weird about this guy is that he sounds like Mr. Rogers. Does not look anything like him, but sounds an awful lot like him.
So I am trying to get charged up for one last semester. For some reason, at this particular time, I am not "up" for it yet, but nor am I dreading it - I am simply feeling indifferent towards the semester at hand.
I wish I could stop in at a service station and be realigned.
Speaking of service stations - the red car is gone, but that already seems like four sagas ago.
I am trying to tap into something good and trying really hard to realign my meridians. Something feels really off.
Anyway - still waiting for the results of my licensure test. In the meantime, my new schedule has begun.
This is what I got and my schedule.
Mondays and Wednesday I have my final education class. It meets at 8:30 AM Mondays and Wednesdays for an hour and a half. In October I will be in a high school for about two hours at a time Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The good thing about this class is that there is no Friday class, the instructor is really good, the class is "supposed" to be really good, and it has a focus on high school. The bad thing is that it involves a great deal of group work and I am going to have to figure out a way to be gone from work two plus hours every M-W-F during October.
Shakespeare at 8:00 Tuesdays and Thursdays. Taught by the most animated and loudest professor I have ever had. He simply loves Shakespeare. He has told us that his class will always run long, but that we can leave when the time is up. If no one else is left - he said he likely will continue on anyway. He simply LOVES Shakespeare. He sounds exactly like Tom Hanks. Does not look like him, but sound just like him. Weird, especially at 8:00 in the morning. We are studying 9 plays.
And then I have an independent study. Literary Analysis - the one I thought I could get out of - could not, but at least was able to take it as an independent study with a cool professor. What is weird about this guy is that he sounds like Mr. Rogers. Does not look anything like him, but sounds an awful lot like him.
So I am trying to get charged up for one last semester. For some reason, at this particular time, I am not "up" for it yet, but nor am I dreading it - I am simply feeling indifferent towards the semester at hand.
I wish I could stop in at a service station and be realigned.
Speaking of service stations - the red car is gone, but that already seems like four sagas ago.
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Continuation of Our Ancient Planet of Knives or The Lot of the Pig
Holding the diminished being,
its form signaling defeat,
the rescuer, trapped by her circumstances,
was conflicted about what she should do,
bloodless and as a prop from a movie-set,
the tragically terminated creature was carried gently onward.
its form signaling defeat,
the rescuer, trapped by her circumstances,
was conflicted about what she should do,
bloodless and as a prop from a movie-set,
the tragically terminated creature was carried gently onward.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Two Queens
“I want his head”
said the one queen
“I want his peace”
said the other queen
the one queen was the main queen
the other queen was the worse queen
a sort of balance—perhaps
but the main queen feared the other queen
and made things nearly intolerable
the one with the head and the peace used light
to lighten and enlighten the halls and caverns
the queens would dine and create multi-layered wounds
sent forth on the backs of slaves; delivered with recordings of their collective cackle
electric and blue with corrupted justice and sharpened inequities
the peace and the head were tortured in their battles
and singularly viewed as foolish as a sun in a meadow
“I want his head”
said the one queen
“I want his peace”
said the other queen
and so to the dungeon he was sent
deep and dark to sort it out
easy to keep the peace, but easy to lose a head
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Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Looking through the backs of Dogwood flowers I saw the sun passing through
Looking through the backs of Dogwood flowers I saw the sun passing through.
There was no photosynthesis; no conversion of light into sugars – only beams penetrating petals.
The flower as part of the tree - pretty parts intended to attract insects and propagate the species.
But these pretty parts fade and wither away – blackened and finally gone from the earth like the dung of rats.
But the tree never dies. It lives on, growing a perpendicular root.
Fleeting flowers come and go; that is the way of ages, but the tree is magnificent.
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