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9.30.2010
9.29.2010
the piano of my youth...
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9.28.2010
9.27.2010
9.26.2010
Witness
I stayed in the recording booth, enjoying the company of Dan and Matt, and watching them do their amazing work.
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Featuring Lauren Smith
I was blessed to go along with Lauren to the recording studio Sunday to hear her play and lay down tracks. She truly is amazing. There's talk of organizing a fundraiser so she can finish her work...
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9.25.2010
The whole family wines
My aunt and I at Niagara Landing Wine Cellars, fourth stop on our wine tour. Someone in our group locked the keys in the van, but we needed the break. We were about to take a nap...
We ran into a woman at this stop that was on her tenth winery. I don't think I could make it past five. Someone at this stop crowed like a rooster from his rooftop while we were waiting for AAA. Otherwise, a great Saturday :)
We ran into a woman at this stop that was on her tenth winery. I don't think I could make it past five. Someone at this stop crowed like a rooster from his rooftop while we were waiting for AAA. Otherwise, a great Saturday :)
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9.24.2010
9.23.2010
A year in pictures...
I'm staring a project called bb.365, chronicling a year of pictures from my phone.
Each day's picture will be the apex of excitement for that day.
Other days will be boring, but I'm hoping that this will make me seek out something new each day, or at least, a fresh perspective.
Each day's picture will be the apex of excitement for that day.
Other days will be boring, but I'm hoping that this will make me seek out something new each day, or at least, a fresh perspective.
9.13.2010
Journey
Matt and I recently went to see PUSH Physical Theater in Rochester. Of the pieces they performed, I had seen all but one, entitled "Journey." The spoken text was so beautiful I tracked down founder Darin for the script:
"Here, beside the night’s cool drift,
pressed together in this small beginning,
in the end I will know your edges."
Not sure if I'm allowed to share, so just an excerpt for now...
"Here, beside the night’s cool drift,
pressed together in this small beginning,
in the end I will know your edges."
Not sure if I'm allowed to share, so just an excerpt for now...
9.11.2010
I should be studying, so naturally...
For one of my classes, almost all of the coursework is online. The professor assigns us a topic, a website, and some resources, and we have to compile a response and submit it to an online portfolio. It's really a very interesting class, and I love being able to go to class Saturday morning in my pajamas with eggs and coffee. Love it.
Our first assignment was to explore all the uses for SMART boards in the classroom. I think our graduating class was privileged to see these first implemented in "smart" classrooms. They are now becoming more widespread and their uses are just as multitudinous.
Our second assignment was to explore how email can be used in the classroom; specifically, I'm to explore its uses for the English classroom. I read the professor's resources, and Googled the topic to find more. I came across a blog that a teacher created as a forum for her students as well as a resource and assignment tool: http://www.flatheadreservation.org
The current assignment for the classroom regards a poetry unit. So, to make a long story short, I'm describing the process by which I seemed to get distracted from my real assignment in hopes of justifying my time-wasting and poetry-loving.
This poem was listed on the website, and I think reflection on it brings up all sorts of thoughts about our role as life-long learners:
A Ritual To Be Read To Each Other by William Stafford,
from "The Darkness Around Us Is Deep"
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood storming out to play through the broken dike.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail, but if one wanders the circus won't find the park, I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy, a remote important region in all who talk: though we could fool each other, we should consider — lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake, or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep; the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe — should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
Here's to studying...
Our first assignment was to explore all the uses for SMART boards in the classroom. I think our graduating class was privileged to see these first implemented in "smart" classrooms. They are now becoming more widespread and their uses are just as multitudinous.
Our second assignment was to explore how email can be used in the classroom; specifically, I'm to explore its uses for the English classroom. I read the professor's resources, and Googled the topic to find more. I came across a blog that a teacher created as a forum for her students as well as a resource and assignment tool: http://www.flatheadreservation.org
The current assignment for the classroom regards a poetry unit. So, to make a long story short, I'm describing the process by which I seemed to get distracted from my real assignment in hopes of justifying my time-wasting and poetry-loving.
This poem was listed on the website, and I think reflection on it brings up all sorts of thoughts about our role as life-long learners:
A Ritual To Be Read To Each Other by William Stafford,
from "The Darkness Around Us Is Deep"
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind, a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood storming out to play through the broken dike.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail, but if one wanders the circus won't find the park, I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy, a remote important region in all who talk: though we could fool each other, we should consider — lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake, or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep; the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe — should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
Here's to studying...
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