I figured out
what I was doing wrong
with my link sidebar and footer.
And now you can get to
Dana, Dave, Sissy, Jay, John and Spider
all from either the side
or the bottom
of my blog.
Rock on.
Seriously, I must start writing my papers!
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Too much!
work to do, so I'll approach one of my
previously mentioned topics,
with more possibly following as the night wears on...
What Makes Cookies So Good
1) they are just the right balance of sweet and salty
2) frequently, they include random chunks of something delicious -- chocolate, for example -- which creates guilt in mass consumption due to its decadence; in small quantities, it is perfect
3) they smell yummy
4) they dip nice in milk
5) they are portable
6) one is a nice, healthy-sized dessert; and two won't kill you (76, however, could give you a tummy ache)
7) they are simply delicious (unless you accidentally get oatmeal raisin when you expected chocolate chip -- not a good surprise, I'd say)
8) if you aren't scared of salmonella, the dough is also delicious
9) they make good thank you gifts for nearly anyone (mailman, boss, friend, neighbor, teacher, you get the idea)
previously mentioned topics,
with more possibly following as the night wears on...
What Makes Cookies So Good
1) they are just the right balance of sweet and salty
2) frequently, they include random chunks of something delicious -- chocolate, for example -- which creates guilt in mass consumption due to its decadence; in small quantities, it is perfect
3) they smell yummy
4) they dip nice in milk
5) they are portable
6) one is a nice, healthy-sized dessert; and two won't kill you (76, however, could give you a tummy ache)
7) they are simply delicious (unless you accidentally get oatmeal raisin when you expected chocolate chip -- not a good surprise, I'd say)
8) if you aren't scared of salmonella, the dough is also delicious
9) they make good thank you gifts for nearly anyone (mailman, boss, friend, neighbor, teacher, you get the idea)
Monday, April 25, 2005
Hey, just so you know
I'll write a real post soon.
As real as they get
at least.
Here are some subjects
I plan to ponder
in the future
and which may or may not
become blog topics:
the idea of home
what makes cookies so good
working
television priorities
why/how i am less poetic now than 5 years ago
packing and discarding
Until then, enjoy the poetry
find some where you are
rearrange your sentences
and smile at the sun.
As real as they get
at least.
Here are some subjects
I plan to ponder
in the future
and which may or may not
become blog topics:
the idea of home
what makes cookies so good
working
television priorities
why/how i am less poetic now than 5 years ago
packing and discarding
Until then, enjoy the poetry
find some where you are
rearrange your sentences
and smile at the sun.
Ah, WCW... I love Poetry Month!
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
an so cold
-- William Carlos Williams
Symphony in Yellow
by Oscar Wilde
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter fromthe Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
Big barges full of yellow hay
Are moored against the shadowy wharf,
And, like a yellow silken scarf,
The thick fog hangs along the quay.
The yellow leaves begin to fade
And flutter fromthe Temple elms,
And at my feet the pale green Thames
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
More poetry...
from Dylan Thomas this time
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at the close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
It's Poetry Month
Few get enough, -- enough is one;
To that ethereal throng
Have not each one of us the right
To stealthily belong?
-- Emily Dickinson
To that ethereal throng
Have not each one of us the right
To stealthily belong?
-- Emily Dickinson
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Today in the life
Registered for fall this morning
got my classes:
Urban Ministry
New Testament
Women in the New Testament
Systematic Theology
and Contextual Education II
Five minutes of Bibilical Criticism
in Christian Thought
devoted to Elizabeth Cady Stanton
who rocks so very hard.
Presentation in 1.5 hours
on Parish Nursing.
Not quite done with it...
Babysitting later.
Then writing colloquy paper
for tomorrow
and doing exegesis work
before hanging out with Bob
who comes to Atlanta lots and I'm stoked.
got my classes:
Urban Ministry
New Testament
Women in the New Testament
Systematic Theology
and Contextual Education II
Five minutes of Bibilical Criticism
in Christian Thought
devoted to Elizabeth Cady Stanton
who rocks so very hard.
Presentation in 1.5 hours
on Parish Nursing.
Not quite done with it...
Babysitting later.
Then writing colloquy paper
for tomorrow
and doing exegesis work
before hanging out with Bob
who comes to Atlanta lots and I'm stoked.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Dream Jobs
A friend of mine asked me this question:
If you could do exactly what you want to do, all constraints of reality aside, what would it be?
Here are my responses.
Feel free to add yours in comments.
Rock on for dreams.
Really:
I'd love to start (so I could set it up) and run a shelter for homeless mothers and children. It would be in an apartment setting, with families sharing common spaces for childcare, tutoring, exercise, community events, tv with cable, game room, swimming pool (with lifeguard and lessons) and playground. It would not be in the ghetto. It would have programs that would actually help the women gain life skills in practical, applicable ways, and would help them truly gain employment, as well as establishing/nurturing self-esteem and spiritual development. Childcare would be provided onsite. It would be a 1 year transitional program with required case management and family counseling, including/especially art therapy and music therapy. There would be yoga classes, and workout equipment. It would rock really hard.
Fantasy, with all social and faith conscience aside:
Travel writer! I'd get to travel all over the freakin' world on somebody else's dime AND I'd get paid to write about it! Think of the adjectives I'd get to use! Sparkling seas, luminous skylines, peaceful ruins... Ahh, the pictures, the words, the locals, the food....
If you could do exactly what you want to do, all constraints of reality aside, what would it be?
Here are my responses.
Feel free to add yours in comments.
Rock on for dreams.
Really:
I'd love to start (so I could set it up) and run a shelter for homeless mothers and children. It would be in an apartment setting, with families sharing common spaces for childcare, tutoring, exercise, community events, tv with cable, game room, swimming pool (with lifeguard and lessons) and playground. It would not be in the ghetto. It would have programs that would actually help the women gain life skills in practical, applicable ways, and would help them truly gain employment, as well as establishing/nurturing self-esteem and spiritual development. Childcare would be provided onsite. It would be a 1 year transitional program with required case management and family counseling, including/especially art therapy and music therapy. There would be yoga classes, and workout equipment. It would rock really hard.
Fantasy, with all social and faith conscience aside:
Travel writer! I'd get to travel all over the freakin' world on somebody else's dime AND I'd get paid to write about it! Think of the adjectives I'd get to use! Sparkling seas, luminous skylines, peaceful ruins... Ahh, the pictures, the words, the locals, the food....
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