Thursday, January 30, 2003
Vonnegut It's always good to get in touch with the master of wierd. Anyone who invented Bokanaonism is okay with me.
Bob Thursday, January 30, 2003
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Dave Barry's Blog: Copycat
Bob Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Thank God for Phys Ed. If he wasn't a choir leader before hand, he is one now. Not a maneuver to try at home.
Bob Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Well, I missed a day. I find that I am now keeping two journals. One is for this public communication and the other is for ideas I might use for later writing. Musn?t let those out, now, shall I.
I am back in the classroom again, and the old shoes fit. Walk, chat, lecture, think, and teach. Got it down. So far, everyone has been very supportive, but I get the occaisional blasts from the first floor. Today involved a bunch of old accusations that I need to respond to. A few nasty glowers. But, on the whole, a good thing.
But, I do feel a little bored. After the fun of writing the novel this Fall, coming into school and writing out bathroom passes loses its appeal. I don?t know if I am bored or if the school year hasn?t really taken off yet. But I do feel that I am frittering away my hours at the school. Nice to have the novel done.
Rourke is sick like a dog. Throwing up, diarrhea, listlessness, the whole kit and kaboodle. One of the interesting aspects of this sickness is his sleep. The other night I found him asleep in ?the black hole? (our storage room). Last night, he slept in the bathroom.
This morning he seems to be better. If he continues, we may have to make the hospital call, but I think he will pull out.
Bob Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Monday, January 27, 2003
George Reagan Bush Okay, I'm interested although I may not have time to read it.
Bob Monday, January 27, 2003
The Waste Land the entire purpose of the WWW is revealed in this web site on Eliot's poem.
Bob Monday, January 27, 2003
Sunday, January 26, 2003
Now it is an odd night. A slight drizzle has been falling, melting the remains of the snow and the ice in the harbor, but a hard freeze is coming behind it and hopefully we can keep some funky weather around. Who knows? My weatherhound instinct wants worse and worse to hit, although I know that it won?t happen, not unless some blizzard gets created out of thin air and cold water. More great pictures litter the site.
I return to school tomorrow. I anticipated nervousness, regret, shame, and all the rest. But instead, it seems as if it will be business as usual. A lot of people happy to see me, some decidedly less pleased.
I had more to say, but it disappeared into the maw of the computer. Story about a son
Bob Sunday, January 26, 2003
The Warren Zevon Way of Death Somehow, I could never see him in a Grief and Grieving Workshop. A nice article about the only Christ we deserve. (NY Times)
Bob Sunday, January 26, 2003
Saturday, January 25, 2003
One of the reasons why I feel guilty about my love of foul weather is the utter passivity of my fandom. Weather watching is not a participatory sport. You just sit around all day and look at the sky. Or the web. Yawn. No updates. Let?s go look at the weather buoys. It is the intellectual equivalent of waiting for e-mail.
Which is not to say that there isn?t something interesting going on weather wise. It has been a coon?s age since the harbors froze up and they are likely to stay frozen for another week. It?s all interesting to look at and experience, but it doesn?t have the name of action or decision making. It?s just another way of watching the calendar change.
Now in news of the boys, we had a major milestone pass by the windows yesterday. Beck is out of his crib and is now transitioning (by way of the high walled Pack n Play) to a big boy bed. Sadness creeps in.
Rourke stayed in his crib for at least six months longer than he should have. I guarded him as he went to sleep, pushed him off the edge of the crib and tired him out so much that he eventually fell asleep. We only had one or two exciting falls but, by his second birthday, he had successfully managed to get out silently. One of his more dangerous tricks was to get out on the window side of the bed and then side step along the window sill. If you were outside, you saw all of a very happy, very mischievous boy framed entirely by the window.
Beck won?t get that chance. Instead, he showed his ability to escape from the bed by tumbling, slowly, out and onto our bed. He was so proud of himself. Two days later, with Leith downstairs, he escaped after his nap and met Mommy at the door. Another ?Hi Mommy? and a big smile.
He is still in our room, but that is more a function of our house than just of our laziness and unwillingness to cut the cord. We have three bedrooms, one for us, one now for Rourke and one for freezing meat. I may be able to warm that room up or, as it is on the north side of the house, I won?t. Our house faces west, into the teeth of the recent fifty knot days. Drafts are a way of life. Just like the weather or growing kids.
Bob Saturday, January 25, 2003
Friday, January 24, 2003
Just so you know, it is a cold, cruel world out here. I am about to put up my pictures of the day. It is ice. All ice. The harbor is iced over so heavy that everything above monomoy is four to five inches deep. The ferry runs once a day, with the help of an ice-breaker. The kids are locked inside and the wind howls just about every night. More snow is on the way.
On the north side of the island, the ice extends beyond the jetties and fills the outer harbor out to Eel point to the west and Coskata to the east. On the south side, ice floes and chunks are flowing by in the tide. Naturally, the beaches are frozen. I think the general attitude is to wait for the famous January thaw to warm it all up, but the ice is thick enough that it will take a few days of forty degree weather to get it all. More to the point, the harbor water is going to remain very, very cold for awhile. Heavy fog could be on the way for the spring.
I love wacky weather and this ice is doing the trick. Up to the point when they have to Fedex the milk over.
Bob Friday, January 24, 2003
Thursday, January 23, 2003
So now, the road is clear. I am on my way back to the land of wedgies and water balloons. A Wise person has asked why I am returning and i am not really sure. Part of it is ego, so I can go out on my own. Part of it is ego related. I know that I am a better teacher than whoever else comes in that door this January. So, after some a Hopi purification ritual, I returned to school for my meetings.
One of the things I have to do is become professional. I hate professional. It connotes everything that I hate about teaching. It makes you into some sort of Dungeon Master, instead of a traveler or a learner. Yet, complete with coat, tie, and underwear, I am in my superhero outfit. I may wave at my nemesis every day, just for fun.
Good to be back.
Bob Thursday, January 23, 2003
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
This does not make me feel hopeful. How much is 90 quid anyway?
Bob Wednesday, January 22, 2003
I lost a post. I should know this by now.
first rejection comes from the Victoria Sanders agency. Keeper of the Constellations has a lot of promise, but just isn't for us. Hmmm. One down, five to go.
I found out, by way of Google, that my sister did not make up the title. Instead, it came from the Dark Phoenix saga of the X-Men. She may not have remembered it, but she had read it. She sold my copy, even.
Bob Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Joe Millionaire Also on the challenge list. Nothing like a take down of trailer trash.
Bob Wednesday, January 22, 2003
They made me fat Fortune finds its way into next week's challenges by printing this indictment of the food industry. Looks a little sketchy, since Big Macs aren't as addictive as tobacco. However, the advertising is as deceptive. Why don't we lump the subway ads in at the same time?
Bob Wednesday, January 22, 2003
In another news, I have my new computer back from its brief exile in Cupertino. The poor Powerbook got Becked on afternoon on a table downstairs and its hinges broke. So, Applecare in hand, I sent it off to the little gremlins and, after a suitably long moment, it has returned. My new powerbook is a G4 titanium thing that is not brand spanking new, but new enough to amaze my friends and stun my enemies.
I am getting used to OSX. I don't like how hard I have to dig to get some applications. You almost have to put everything in the dock and hope for the best. However, putting pictures and movies into email is a snap. And after a week of using Explorer, Safari is a god send.
I don't know why I can't get Sherlock to search my hard drive. That was a great feature on 9.2
Bob Wednesday, January 22, 2003
After long delay, I return to blogging. Anyone who knows me, or is familiar with the events at school, knows some of the free speech issues that came up this fall. I have thought about that stuff, and I wondered about the efficacy of my continuing to blog. I think that I will, but I am aware that anything I write here can and could appear in the local paper.
Bob Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
SUV's
Bob Tuesday, January 21, 2003
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