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  • All is Not Harmony in New Harmony

    March 9, 2009

    • Just heard from Ron Nesler who lives here in New Harmony.   He transfused some reality into my thinking about the town.  Says its arty facade is built on the backs of the working people who don't particularly want the touristy stuff.  He has a great website for discussion about local issues, and about the struggle for a decent life in New Harmony.  www.newharmonywatch.com.It's amazing that ...
  • Never

    September 11, 2008

    • I never, ever wanted to be a teacher -- "I'm never going to teach," I told my family.  I also refused to take typing in high school because (as I stated in my snotty way), "Forget it, I'm never going to make my living at a typewriter." Ha, ha, ha on me. What do I do for vocation and avocation? I write, and I teach.Other statements I've asserted loudly at various points in my ...
  • The Moment Before

    August 26, 2008

    • Tomorrow Annie goes back to school, the next day my classes begin, and then we'll be back into the roaring of life. Today is the moment before it begins again. I sit in my room at the top of the house doing school preparation and I swelter, shirtless, feeling the sweat drip down my torso. I could move downstairs into the cooler air but I stay, overheated, relishing the "lastness" of it. ...
  • Closing, now.

    August 12, 2008

    • Shh.  I'm not here. Can you tell? Can you tell I'm sucked into myself, disappeared? I'm leaving for a week-long camping trip on Friday -- techno-nudity at least part of the time. But it's not Friday yet, and actually I've been gone for a while. I'll come back, I always do.  But the open hand is closed.   "Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always ...
  • I STILL Hab a Code

    August 9, 2008

    • As I've mentioned before, I'm no good at having a cold. The first few days are fine, I pull the virus over my head like a big blanket and snuggle. I get into the dizziness, experiment with whether to feed or starve, swallow fistfuls of supplements and feel noble about that.But here we are Day Seven of this particular rhino-monster, and I'm getting panicky. I can't write, I can't think. I can ...
  • Aaaa CHOO!

    August 4, 2008

    • Sometimes you have the Envy Flu and sometimes you just have the flu. Or a nasty cold, as this case may be. I'm snuggled up in my robe with ginger tea and Vitamin C and Kleenex, alternately dozing and groaning and grading papers. Annie just left for a week in L.A. with her brother, so it's just Bill and I. No place I have to be until tomorrow. The day stretches ahead... and though I feel terrible, ...
  • Brief Update on Life Chez Nous

    July 24, 2008

    • Our router is dead. No late-night email or blogs or Wikipedia or Facebook or Myspace or Scrabulous or Twitter or YouTube for this usually very-plugged-in household. NO RED ROOM. Yesterday I went to our local Internet café three times; the connection is free but all that herbal tea isn't. Oh, Mr. UPS Man, please come soon. My bladder can't stand it and Annie is being forced to... read.Our dogs ...
  • Check List for Today

    July 8, 2008

    • Class lists and wait listsLecture notesBlank notebook and foldersPENSPick up syllabus and handoutsTEXTBOOKSFind out which CLASSROOM I'm in!!!!Load briefcaseFind stopwatch (for next week -- or did it break?)Parking permitKeys, phone, wallet, etc.FortitudePatienceBottle of waterComfortable shoes(sigh.)  
  • Gone Swimmin'

    July 2, 2008

    • A day by the river, lots o' techno-nudity, no floggin' of the bloggin'. I leave you with two tantalizing words..."Scavenger Hunt."Intrigued?????More later. Be good.
  • Collapse!

    June 28, 2008

    • Madagascar Man is home! Hoorah! And we've all chosen the occasion to collapse. My bedbug bites from the Haunted Hotel have flared into a full-out allergic reaction so I'm dosed on antihistamines, dotted in corticosteroid cream, and just out of an Aveeno bath. Annie came this close to passing out in her "welcome home, Bill!" carnitas at Jalisco on International Avenue. Her red, red lips ...