Sunday, June 04, 2006
the weather ... one of those perfect lake county spring days ...
a walk and then the planting of nasturtium seeds .. and then a
lovely farewell mass in the lovely carmel courtyard for our outgoing
school president, sr. mary frances mclaughlin ... who made and
helped much good to happen in the past ten years ... bon voyage
& god bless, sr. mary fran ...
is out that most excellent niece and prom queen korie is happily
installed way down south at siu ... best of luck, kiddo
Saturday, June 03, 2006
a walk and a funeral ... then home to lunch and the digging of
prickly weeds ... but not the planting of nasturtium seeds ...
maybe tomorrow ... then some reading of The Carmelite Way
and wondering about that ... and i see that kaiser has finished
and wants me to explain a bit to her ... me ...
the sharpest pencil in the box ... question mark ... i hate the
end of the school year ... i do hate it ... a lot
Friday, June 02, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
zorn in today's trib
bigger the risk, the greater the rush.
The preview for the upcoming Universal movie 'The
Fast and the Furious, Tokyo Drift' makes street drag racing look
like the most fun ever--a world of action, adventure, sex, money,
romance and car crashes that make you shout, 'Woo!'
I went online to find it Wednesday morning after
reading the story of the Lake County teenager who died in a crash
on Buckley Road near Libertyville; a story that stands in sickening,
ironic contrast to Hollywood's glamorous take on the thrills of
yesterday ... issue one of NOON:
journal of the short poem
... from back in 2004 ... a peach
of a book both for what it contains and HOW it contains it ...
all the parts work together ... a gorgeous whole beautiful thing
to hold in my hands & in my brain ...
wholly eaten up by this need to end the school year ... ordinary
papers are all processed ... posts are just this moment all counted
... quarter grade figuring & plugging them little suckers into
the grading program is yet to come ... semester exams are yet
to come (tomorrow) & yet to be read (over the weekend) & offered
to the great god grading program & uploaded to Edline for all
to see ... and that should be that
... if you've got a quick connection
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
187 today ...The wild gander
leads his flock through the cool night;
he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation;
(The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen
I find its purpose and place up
there toward the wintry sky.)
The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on
the house-sill, the chickadee, the prairie-dog,
litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats,
The brood of the turkey-hen, and she with her half-spread
I see in them and myself the same
press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections;
They scorn the best I can do to relate them.
I am enamour'd of
Of men that live among
cattle, or taste of the ocean or woods,
the builders and steerers of ships, and the wielders of axes and
mauls, and the drivers of horses;
eat and sleep with them week in and week out.
What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is
Me going in for my chances, spending
for vast returns;
Adorning myself to bestow
myself on the first that will take me;
asking the sky to come down to my good will;
it freely forever.
i'm reading some of thoreau's letters, where shortly after their
meeting on 10 november 1856 he wrote on 7 december ...We ought to rejoice greatly in him. He occasionally
suggests something a little more than human. You can't confound
him with the other inhabitants of Brooklyn or New York. How they
must shudder when they read him! He is awefully good.
To be sure I sometimes feel a little imposed on.
By his heartiness & broad generalities he puts me into a liberal
frame of mind prepared to see wonders -- stirs me well up, and
then -- throws in a thousand of brick. Though rude & sometimes
ineffectual, it is a great primitive poem, -- an alarum or trumpet-note
ringing through the American camp. Wonderfully like the Orientals,
too, considering that when I asked him if he had read them, he
answered, "No, tell me about them."
I did not get far in conversation with him, -- two
more being present, -- and among the few things which I chanced
to say, I remember that one was, in answer to him as representing
America, that I did not think much of America or of politics,
and so on, which may have been somewhat of a damper to him.
Since I have seen him, I find
that I am not disturbed by any brag or egoism in his book. He
may turn out the least of a braggart of all, having a better right
to be confident.
He is a great
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
from thomas merton
...One of the chief obstacles
to this perfection of selfless charity, is the selfish anxiety
to get the most out of everything, to be a brilliant success in
our own eyes and in the eyes of other men. We can only get rid
of this anxiety by being content to miss something in almost everything
we do. We cannot master everything, taste everything, understand
everything, drain every experience to its last dregs. But if we
have the courage to let almost everything else go, we will probably
be able to retain the one thing necessary for us -whatever it
may be. If we are too eager to have everything, we will almost
certainly miss even the one thing we need.
Happiness consists in finding out precisely what
the 'one thing necessary' may be, in our lives, and in gladly
relinquishing all the rest. For then, by a divine paradox, we
find that everything else is given us together with the one thing
from No Man
is an Island
by Thomas Merton (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich,
Publishers, New York, 1955)
news today that one of our juniors, Ryan Meinken, was killed in
yesterday ... may he rest in peace ...
Monday, May 29, 2006
the perks of no a/c ... having the windows open ... so i hear
the memorial day bagpipe concert a block away ... so i suck in
the rich ... almost too rich ... scent of our locust trees in
... of course)
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