what the brother said...
i'm trying to get a handle on some history
over at
this
journal... not sure where it's going... not sure what it matters
posted at 8:44 PM
just getting a jump on it... tomorrow's
the day...
Happy
Barfday, Mr. Joyce!!
1882...
same year as V. Woolf... just a year younger than
Felix...
great souls all...
posted
at 8:06 PM
reading the title essay of wendell berry's
1969
the long-legged houseAlthough I have become, among other things, a teacher,
I am skeptical of education. It seems to me a most doubtful process,
and I think the good of it is taken too much for granted. It is
a matter that is overtheorized and overvalued and always approached
with too much confidence. It is, as we skeptics are always discovering
to our delight, no substitute for experience or life or virtue
or devotion. As it is handed out by the schools, it is only theoretically
useful, like a randomly mixed handful of seeds caried in one's
pocket. When one caries them back to one's own place in the world
and plants them, some will prove unfit for the climate or the
ground, some are sterile, some are not seeds at all but little
clods and bits of gravel. Surprisingly few of them come to anything.
There is an incredible waste and clumsiness in most efforts to
prepare the young. For me, as a student and as a teacher, there
has always been a pressing anxiety between the classroom and the
world: how can you get from one to the other except by a blind
jump? School is not so pleasant or valuable an experience as it
is made out to be in the theorizing and reminiscing of elders.
In a sense, it is not an experience at all, but a hiatus in experience.posted at 11:03 AM
o the presentations are going well...
very thought-filled... good connections to woolf's apparent purposes...
some very creative graphics and activities... teacher breathes
a sigh of relief... here on student appreciation day...
posted at 10:49 AM
a careful observer will note that i've
been doing a lot of random surfing today... yes... i have... the
classes are running themselves today putting finishing touches
on the projects... so i got some post counting done... and a bit
of reading... and some... surfing... here
posted
at 3:09 PM
i think
these
reptile shots are by my brother... but he never said anything
about them being here... we don't talk as much as we might...
i need a dinner invitation
posted
at 3:05 PM
o... the other night i got to see on
THE
SUNDANCE CHANNEL a film by
Sherman
Alexie called
The
Business of Fancydancing... and it's a good one... for all
the usual reasons that just about anything by mr. alexie is good
pretty good excellent or great... i hope you get to see it sometime...
(i was reminded of this by
laurable's
mention of an alexie interview)
posted
at 2:08 PM
and also from
plep
The
Snakes of India... snakes are cool... i remember the snake
cameo in Pather Panchali... do you?
posted
at 12:21 PM
this appears to be the complete text
of Salman Rushdie's
Midnight's
Children... i stumbled onto it by googling "parahamsa
gander"... boy... i bet this is some kind of illegal... those
crafty russians
posted at
2:01 PM
if i were streaming broadband right here
you'd see the seniors talking, clipping, laughing, planning for
this project due friday... some have colored markers out... some
have the book in their hands
posted
at 11:56 AM
think about
suzanne's
momentary meta-blog... or is it meta-meta-blog (?)
do bridge builders blog
shop-talkative
posted at 8:24 AM
from
Jacket
24 - Nada Gordon, in conversation with Tom BeckettWriting begins with the desire to be hypnotized.
And the desire to hypnotize.
Writing
begins with nagging refrains.
It doesn,Äôt
begin with boredom, exactly.
Writing begins with
excitation and banality.
Writing begins with
the fury, with kicking.
Writing begins with languor,
then with a stretching up in which the heart beats slightly faster.
Writing begins with the lower lip and jaw jutting
out.
Writing begins with a need for a fort, hiding
place, cave or burrow.
It begins tentatively
and finishes as sweeping gesture.
Writing begins
with total befuddlement.
Writing begins with
terror, and also a struggle against apathy.
Writing
begins with mockery.
Writing begins as revelation.
A slightly naughty smile.
Writing
begins with a ,ÄòW,Äô (*no* political entendre).check out the whole interview...
posted at 7:57 PM
still snowing... the apes are working
on virginia woolf/jacob's room projects... what... me worry? i
asked them to work from the following prompt: what can you do
to show your understanding of what virginia woolf is doing in
jacob's room? have i set them/us up for... something less than
excellent?
posted at 1:04
PM
snowing this morning... but with that
lackluster in-betweeny persistence that adds up to NO SNOW DAY...
which would have been nice... but...
and
that's ligeti... with one eastern european t...
posted
at 7:50 AM
o... so this is ligetti... a thousand
needles
posted at 8:26 PM