Sunday, May 22, 2005
rest in peace... Paul
... 1913-2005 ... via Nomadics
Saturday, May 21, 2005
been a good brutha english teacha today... sat
and read amazing ap semester projects all day (to now)... &
hardly minded missing the beautiful day out there because these
things are so well done & made a beautiful day in here... but
i did take an early walk as usual & it was the morning of the
Friday, May 20, 2005
friday night tired. today was the last day for
senior classes. papers projects doing doing things. and tired.
for friday night. maybe those laptops did it. wore me out. maybe
they did. another beautiful day i missed.
holy cow... HG
is back... where've i been...
Thursday, May 19, 2005
school year's end is always kind of nutso...
and i in usual fashion do whatever i can to complicate things...
no simple conclusions for me...
instance: since learning recently about the school's portable
laptop computers, i thought i'd give them a spin with the sophs...
HEY KIDS! Let's all make A
!... well here come two carts full of thirty
laptops... and here are the tech people to help me out... and...
boyo did we need them... seems there's still some gappage between
the Ideal and the Real... o they work mostly... but one (i) must
distribute and re-collect all machines & remember to replug each
machine into the cart power source via a massive mazey webwork
of various cables & plugs... & one must hope previous users had
shut down correctly... thus not locking out all subsequent users
and one must hope the batteries will have charged... and... well...
there's a distance yet between The Real and The Ideal...
for instance: same sophs are beginning
Catcher in the Rye just now... with one week to go... this - despite
their fears - is not an impossible task... i've frequently worked
with this good book in a narrow time-frame... but it's still one
more big thing to do... before the end.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
this would remain the only relationship Satie ever had.
o... what could this ever
mean... i guess we're supposed to know that it means sex... but
how has such a lifeless term crept into our erotic word book...
must have been creeping indeed... the nerve to say on the face
of it that a soul like erik satie had only one relationship...
& this written in a good long article that lists the many relationships
of his life... with other people... with sound... with paris...
with a green velvet suit... the nerve
Monday, May 16, 2005
the morning walk... sightings...
a single young coyote running off
into the brush...
first a big
hawk... then one redwing on defense...
one gravel-coated wiggly worm...
one man on bike (a regular) and his big black dog...
one male jogger...
two female joggers...
full of dandelion puffballs... not a yellow flower in sight
sun barely there behind those
thick grey clouds
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