working closely again with
the
pomes of 2003... i decide i don't much like them and am happier
to see what i did in 2004... and now... in 2005 already... i don't
much like what sounds sappy in the earlier things... it doesn't
sound at all like what i meant to write and thought i was writing
at the time... o well it's all a learning... all
posted
at 8:46 PM
happy to find a line a mine used in a
real-world context... as we in the secondary ed industry say...
at
DagZine...
glad to contribute whatever i can to the contemporary hoohah...
posted at 8:36 PM
Sammy and Juliana in Hollywood
by Benjamin Alire Sáenz wins
The Adbooks JHunt Award for Young Adult Literature... i need
to read at least this... and... with luck... some of the other
nominated titles
posted at
8:20 PM
and
by 7:15 in the morning
EST I was holding
this new human being...
go read suzanne on this... & happy birthday, sean...
from this corner too...
posted
at 11:39 AM
but
of course no male is an island... that's just ridiculous...
posted at 11:22 AM
something about the job of printing that
index busted something loose... i mean here's (there was) saturday
morning with coffee and just back from the post office... what
next... i turned to this earlier business and remembered how tough
and impossible it was to choose pomes for a chappie... i just
did it... said to self i'd only pick from the A section... tossed
out some i'd picked earlier... added some new... and here's a
little thing of 32 pomes... done... printed one... discovered
i needed a long-reach stapler... and treated myself to one that
will arrive in the coming week...
so
here's the plan... an alphabetical strategy... first chap was
A... second will be B and C maybe D for good measure... so i'll
have all these little selection collections of fyp 2003... if
not the best at least the ones that don't make me squirm too bad...
thrown together quick... that's the plan... and offered to whoever
you are... as time and tech allow... how's that sound?
something about paper in hand...
posted
at 2:57 PM
missions accomplished... in-service serviced...
ubd done... for now... envelopes procured and stuffed labelled
and... mailed in the morning...
posted
at 10:19 PM
just this moment finished the inaugural
run of cat press... (my trusty brother hl-1440)... five copies
of
first line index .03 ... they are spoken for... but
a second run is possible... just click
the
appropriate bits...
all
this comes after a quick dash to kinkos taught me that their "cheap"
is not my "cheap"... so... diy... the cat is no hogarth...
but we do what we can...
then
i went to fill the envelopes and found them too small... another
delay... to be rectified tomorrow after our lovely faculty in-service...
posted at 9:08 PM
thunder lightning driving rain over snow
after fog and temperatures in the 50s. a freezing. coming.
posted at 10:23 PM
Curiosities
of Literature... curious... and worth a browse...
An
incrementally-published online presentation of Isaac D'Israeli's
book Curiosities of Literature,
a compendium of book-lore
originally published in six volumes between 1791 and 1834.posted at 3:02 PM
if not a quirk. what? here's fog over
snow now because it rained this morning. the whole world is steam.
so why are some classes endless. silence.
posted
at 1:18 PM
We shall try to sift out the wheat
from the chaff, and shall make an effort to distinguish what is
the truth from what is mere poetry in this matter.this from a google alert. an unreachable article
in JAMA. but it's enough. seems strange... but i'd forgotten that
the term "poetry" was ever used in this sense... opposite
"truth". of course, it's "mere poetry" that's
the problem. let's resolve never to write it.
posted
at 7:50 PM
a slow start this morning. it began snowing
late last night. and kept it up. so here we are five to ten and
just about ready for homeroom. i will discuss shaw's arms and
the man and intro woolf's jacob's room. i will do something with
whitman to the sophomores. thirty-five minute classes today.
posted at 9:56 AM
In Flanders Fields by
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian
Army
In Flanders fields
the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on
row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce
heard amid the guns below.
We
are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt
dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To
you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be
yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with
us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies
grow
In Flanders fields.posted
at 10:26 PM
Do
you read in order to be challanged, or to be comforted?good question... sometimes my
challenging reads become comforts and my comforts turn to challenges...
it's not one pile for comfort and another for challenge... both
do both... i'm thinking... if either is worth the time...
posted at 2:22 PM