Sunday, September 05, 2004
note to self: more nasturtiums next year...
click this picture for another
Saturday, September 04, 2004
i read that arnold the govinator said
this past week: "If you believe that government should be
accountable to the people, not the people to the government--then
you are a Republican!" ... well i do... and i ain't... (and
this will be the last political insinuation here for awhile...
i'm not liking this campaign... neither side... not one bit)
wouldn't a blog that calls itself a blug not appreciate a typo
that might deserve to become a manifesto
... o nick...
dude... i totally appreciate it... and if i was a dog-person i'd
be all up one side and down the other... with a pupifesto... but
i'd worry what the fl-arfers might make of it... they may have
already marked some of this territory...
Herald-Leader | 09/04/2004Saving pieces
of the past: The National Trust for Historic Preservation is accepting
registration for its 26th annual National Preservation Conference,
Sept. 28-Oct. 3 in Louisville. The conference is the largest national
forum to discuss the preservation and enhancement of America's
diverse historic resources. Wendell Berry will be one of
many featured speakers.
seen the cat lately?
funny... i'm listening to the lester
young trio do "i found a new baby"... which just sort
of mentions the original melody at the start and then goes somewhere
else... so i remember that squirrel nut zippers also cover it
on The Inevitable
... long-lived gift of yore... pull that
out for a listen... and see that it's put out by "the mammoth
recording company of carrboro"... north carolina... home
of a notable
recent poetry festival
... funny... got me in a whirl whirl
saturday mornings are fine by me...
this morning's walk... fit for postcards...
but i never bring the camera... fog does it... up close and far
away... look at that web of diamonds... look at that swirling
line of clouds down low... red sun in the trees... these yellow
flowers... some goldenrod... something else without a name...
ducks huddled on the edges of the pond... geese off on the hill...
plastic bottles and t-shirts tossed aside by (probably) our mindless
Friday, September 03, 2004
crumbs should come last after it's done...
but the classroom's full of fragments here at the start... fragments
of intentions, plans, identities, worries, expressions... hesitations...
the trick is to work some spell of coherence, congealing, commingling...
Threepenny Review: Adam Phillips, Nuisance Value
..."Interesting philosophy," Richard Rorty
writes in Contingency, Irony and Solidarity, "is rarely
an examination of the pros and cons of a thesis. Usually it is,
implicitly or explicitly, a contest between an entrenched vocabulary
which has become a nuisance and a half-formed new vocabulary which
vaguely promises great things...it [the half-formed new vocabulary]
says things like, 'try thinking of it this way'- or more specifically,
'try to ignore the apparently futile traditional philosophical
questions by substituting the following new and possibly interesting
i like what i'm doing lately... it pleases
me... it puzzles me...
Thursday, September 02, 2004
writing... is it true of most of it that
the farther you get from it... in time or some other dimension...
the less you care for it... or so much of it... instead of the
rich burnished glow you read a pale musty furze...
michael dirda on... Madame
...If one were to ask, 'World,
which is the most perfect novel ever written?,' the world would
immediately answer: Madame Bovary. There are novels of greater
structural complexity, such as Lord Jim and The Good Soldier,
or of a broader social canvas, like Anna Karenina and In Search
of Lost Time, or of more stylistic dash -- Ulysses, Lolita --
and many far more beloved (Pride and Prejudice, The Great Gatsby,
The Leopard), but Madame Bovary still stands as the most controlled
and beautifully articulated formal masterpiece in the history
Homer to Hip-HopThe Jesuit scholar Walter
Ong studied the evolution of human consciousness via the history
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
kinda crazy these days... a balancing
act... getting the head back in the game... suddenly there's this
room full of students... looking at me... expecting me to do something
interesting, useful, challenging and entertaining with them...
and i only get 50 minutes to do it in... three periods of seniors
in the morning... two periods of sophomores after lunch...
seniors are working with v. nabokov's
essay on "good readers and good writers"... connecting
it to their reading of midnight's children... sophomores
are describing themselves as readers and writers, learning the
ins & outs of the message board, beginning amlit with some native
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
august was the month of more than one
did it. We got married.
... much happiness to this couple.
first day... good... second day... coming
at me... relentless
Monday, August 30, 2004
lots of action over at r
e a d i n g s
... where summer readers of rushdie's midnight's
are battling a midnight posting deadline... we procrastinate...
and then the clock tolls...
own procrastination has cost me... literally... that message board
is due for renewal... if i'd renewed last week it would have cost
me 60 or 70 bucks... two days ago: 92... but yesterday it cost
me 104 because... as i learned.. the price is set by bandwidth
usage over the past thirty days... and so because we all have
procrastinated we've driven the price way up... yesterday the
board saw over 4,000 page views and almost 400 posts... if i had
waited to renew until today, i'd be paying more than 120 bucks...
o sacred seller's market...
(and Other) Poets against the WarSwirling
around us into an ever-decreasing vortex is a war, one not fought
to protect a people, one not fought to save a country, but one
fought to show that we can fight a war.
to avoid sleep on the night before the
first day of school... find a handful of paper collected from
your school mailbox a week or so ago... but unread... and notice
that one of these sheets is a report on one of your classes that
was observed by an administrator last spring... read that report...
grind your teeth and cuss... the administrator (was such brutal
honesty necessary?)... the teacher (how could i have been so stupid?)...
the students (how could they have been so evil?)... now try to
sleep... reconstructing each detail of that one class four months
ago... jump into bed fuming so much that the cat reads yr anger...
the cat thinks it's all about her... the cat gets very very aggressive/defensive...
oh yeah? ... try to convince the cat that it's not about
her... fail at that... replay the class... what you might have
done... don't sleep...
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