Still here. You too. There was one you that left. Negative space. I worried it like a kid who’d lost a tooth. Felt the missing piece of me. But you’re still here. You’ve been here all along with your arm to lean on, and a sigh that wishes I’d take care of myself a bit more. You brought pie. You brought me flowers. You refused to imagine the world without …
Images taken from London Deanery, “Some Theory” in regards to course development and assessment. This leads to discussion on Boyer’s redefinition of scholarship, but that’s another post. (What’s good for the goose is good for the gander…or student and professor). The juxtasposition of Bloom’s taxonomy and Millery’s pyramid gives rise to many nuggets of consideration. None of them will be answered in the next few minutes when I have to …
Been missing that daily thing. A year from now I may wonder what was happening in the interstices. Chris and Erin got married. That was a big deal. At work there are a tremendous amount of things going on, of which I am mostly uncaring. There is sleep and frustration about tangible things that are happening and not happening with my body…but all of it pretty much on time for …
Weak. The picture of an Amazon self does not match the woman in the mirror. I am mortal and aging. This does not imply a surrender to gravity nor a rounding of all the edges. Maybe the goal is to be contrary: defy gravity; sharpen those distinctions. There is no rage. It is not old age. Perhaps it is an older age, enough to know that time is finite and …
but this sleeping thing is so good. It’s a bit like being a newborn. When babies have too much stimulus, they just close their eyes and shut down. They let it all go so they can process what they’ve got. It’s like that.
Trains and planes and cars and buses characteristically evoke a certain attitude of blue – unless you have a suitcase and a ticket and a passport and the cargo they are carrying is you I can hear the train. Whenever I do, I hear that song. It’s time to go.
Mind maps, neural pathways, the way we converge. It’s really all the same.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things-reveal character or advance the action. –8 Tips on How to Write a Great Story, Kurt Vonnegut So at this point, the wake up call has happened. She is 49 years, 8 months and 21 days – just so we know what o’clock she is at. I am not quite sure how to advance the action. Fifty seems like a good number …
‘Oh, don’t go on like that!’ cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. ‘Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come to-day. Consider what o’clock it is. Consider anything, only don’t cry!’ Alice could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of her tears. ‘Can you keep from crying by considering things?’ she asked. ‘That’s the way it’s done,’ the Queen said …
Never liked that disconnected feeling of too much alcohol. Maybe being one who favors the right brain anyway, the now, the interconnectedness of it all – having a little less of my already back seat driving left brain isn’t such a great thing. The left brain knows my context and remembers who and when and where I am. So not digging the disconnect that is now. Some people pay good …
