I'm taking a class with 80 other teachers at the Philadelphia Museum of Art this week.  I am feeling quite geeky, and it's pretty awesome.  From 9-3 my world was all about how we see nature in science and art.  Specifically (for today at least) in Western art (grand overview), American art (1800s), and the Arcadia exhibit (why so many artists paint ( Read more... )

Went to Powerhouse blues Monday night once I got home from parent-teacher conferences (so, pretty much, 13 hour school day, then going dancing).  I was loopy, accidently went to Jersey on my way to Philly (it was a 3 state day!  PA, DE, NJ - so exciting) but it was the first time I've made it since they moved it, and it's really close to ( Read more... )

(this is the mood I'm in right now.  not really sure where, but you're welcome to dissect the mood of the poem if you really want to.)

( oh, e.e.cummings. so much love )

I approve of psychoanalysis.  (So long as it's not directly related to Freud.  I don't approve of Freud.)
I approve of getting to throw "Crazy Drunken Hijinks!" into conversations.
Conversations, which, of course, range from the philosophy of education at your particular institution, to boys, to an overarching philosophy of education, to Posfe-drama ( Read more... )

(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

Got home from babysitting at about 2 last night.  I don't know if it's blatant inflation, but I never used to be paid $10/hr to babysit.  Not going to complain, but I feel like it's exorbitant.  Tramped through the (knee-high) snow ( Read more... )

 Well, babysitting is still a joy.  Lana's in 4th grade now, and I haven't seen her since last year, but we had fun being silly, and watching a little tv (*gasp in shock bad babysitter*) and ordering pizza (I'm pretty sure I short-changed the delivery guy.  *bad person*  What is the normal tip for delivery, anyway?) and actually?  I guess I'd have ( Read more... )

So. For those of you whom I've spoken to about random poetry-ness: Edits would be appreciated. For those of you whom I have not spoken to: Tear it apart like you would anything else submitted to Collage.

(Agah. I cannot center. Woe is to my title)

Take Flight

Where goes the fire that burns no more,
No longer preluding what goes on before?
When can ( Read more... )