Pretty cool. I hope to do more things like this.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Short Lightning Video
Taken this morning while recording bird calls. NE 48th between Spencer and Hillside. East of my sister's farm. Facing South South East, Overlooking a prairie wetland, you can hear a dickcissel and a Red-Winged Blackbird. There is a grackle in the background and a quail in the hedge row to the right (west).
Friday, May 30, 2008
Practical Hermeneutics
Practical Hermeneutics
Do you wonder how long this banged-up boy from some dark bite of Kansas can keep doing this shit? See how easy it feels. How easy to say that he has to
stop doing this? Get better at something.
Did you hear him telegraphed along the buffalo roots in your backyard? Is that what brings you here, Did you dial the gloam loudspeakered across the pastures and feedlots between this place and Topeka?
Let's see how this one plays out. I know you want to. Our boy Wendell is getting himself ripped like a gravel roadbed by a stomp-rocket bull hauler with a cowbell cock and his favorite Blues for Allah CD.
Is this what brings you? Are you along this northern azimuth by accident?
How many sandburrs, cockleburrs, and creep-stickers are
finding each other in the double folds of your socks? Will these roots broadcast that far back?
Do you see? He's getting ridden like a setter on point,
struck like wheatstraw in the clevis of a plow, planted like tulip bulbs. Pay attention to
steel-toed boots. Notice the slip clay lugged deep in the soles and the careful grease along the tops.
Can you see the crowns of tiny gold stars
splash-inked along the slender calves? Do these signs and wonders get in your nails like an imperfect mold? Embargoed in the taut skin below your tender belly?
Were you hoping for a sweet smelling bible-baptist farmboy in a pressed down shirt? Looking for something more than Wendell jacking rough trade in the stalls?
Did you find something else on this tiny highway? Find
anything to staighten the wayward air?
Do you hear the dense waves freshen the bluestems and drop seed behind the reststop?
How long have you been waiting for pleasure to chant down a day instead of redded rain?
Do you wonder how long this banged-up boy from some dark bite of Kansas can keep doing this shit? See how easy it feels. How easy to say that he has to
stop doing this? Get better at something.
Did you hear him telegraphed along the buffalo roots in your backyard? Is that what brings you here, Did you dial the gloam loudspeakered across the pastures and feedlots between this place and Topeka?
Let's see how this one plays out. I know you want to. Our boy Wendell is getting himself ripped like a gravel roadbed by a stomp-rocket bull hauler with a cowbell cock and his favorite Blues for Allah CD.
Is this what brings you? Are you along this northern azimuth by accident?
How many sandburrs, cockleburrs, and creep-stickers are
finding each other in the double folds of your socks? Will these roots broadcast that far back?
Do you see? He's getting ridden like a setter on point,
struck like wheatstraw in the clevis of a plow, planted like tulip bulbs. Pay attention to
steel-toed boots. Notice the slip clay lugged deep in the soles and the careful grease along the tops.
Can you see the crowns of tiny gold stars
splash-inked along the slender calves? Do these signs and wonders get in your nails like an imperfect mold? Embargoed in the taut skin below your tender belly?
Were you hoping for a sweet smelling bible-baptist farmboy in a pressed down shirt? Looking for something more than Wendell jacking rough trade in the stalls?
Did you find something else on this tiny highway? Find
anything to staighten the wayward air?
Do you hear the dense waves freshen the bluestems and drop seed behind the reststop?
How long have you been waiting for pleasure to chant down a day instead of redded rain?
Card Spread and Thougths
There is always a Present to be opened as the high life falls to the ground, grouse fall to be picked up and delivered gently to hand. As lost men find solace in the losing. There is one
Ace of Pentacles, One star, mummy woman moan on fire with strange birds vibrating alarms from the barn roof cascade with roots, melons and ropes of cherry tomatoes with peppers She is rooted but reaching for something more to do. What a way to go.
Rocks speak of Influence into the soles of our feet, or the lined prospect of the plows genteel golden mean. There is much to do and gather and many times hard won shots are heard in the deep corners of the hedges near the center stones, carved my way with threes over fours.
Seven of cups, chalice monger, christ number brocade gowns, broken umbrella found out children hurt you and the grass is patterned by your lawn constructor to specification found in divine late morning dreaming hungover and daemonic green and there is fog, and there is rain and there is smoke and this is the second hour of time you have forgotten to gather in with the late season herbs. Choices must be made
Do you beat the drums for the dead who made Choices and felt the weight of glory given to them gracefully by the larger oaths of more powerful men of commerce and concern for the gullible future. Southern cross is made of
Seven stars, grown gourds, squash, vines, good earth, read red and not much to blue. She holds her hems against the tilled ground. Overgrown and hunted over by many men from the city. Their stands chained to trees on the edges, tampons of scent tied to the limbs of small mulberries and sumac. Waiting, waiting waiting,
And I may weep the tears of a damaged Childhood promised in the churches of deacons and elders from the dark times of the holden woods of Lower Indiana. Uriah McCloud and Whitewater begat Sydney and Silas. This is where they are buried and we can visit the smooth stones and teach in the schools founded with curled IOU notes of the farms surround. Eight quarter section, Many creeks, orchards and draft team, shaking the dust in the harness. WEt brown now.
Eight of swords, the death of a thousand cuts, blindfolded and naive I walked into the swords stuck in the ground by all of the writers I read, they tried to warn me, but I could not take of the blindfold and she didn't guide me, because she was blinded as well. Sophia take off the making of the dark, WHy didn't I learn enough to prevent the cuts and bruises of running into so many sharp swords, pungi sticks left for me. Was it always at sunrise or sunset that I set out to walk on the razor's edge. I also bound as she is bound for me and my pleasure, fear of soma someone seeing me, so I would like to keep her blinded as well.
I will continue to mine for the root cause effect that was discovered only Yesterday
Ten of wands on your back. This garden girl's mother in a brown plain dress carries them on the rocks and dried clods of clay that has not been chisled to seedbed status per the man Tull against the stone walls of the fenced commons. Maybe we will never know the power of the plow again. No till, no traction, we graze fine herds of shining beeves and we do not have grains of that scape anylonger. We rotate small sheaves of oats, wheats, malts and barleys into our paddock clockworkes. we are smart like straw now.
As it was in the beginning, we shall be forgiven the peace again and again for Tomorrow
The sun is a fervent and vital young lass EOS revealed, Helios working behind the bar selling cranberry and gingeraile for tenbucks not deer but the velvet dewey folds remind you of spring turkey hunts and dark earth rutted and you want to press yourself to it like young men hiding their porno mags in the fields and wacking into the dirt. Ferns and fiddleheads may grow there. Surely morels have been found at the very spots., fetching and intelligent with wings that you do not see until it is too late and you have chosen blindness while enjoying the show. Supple, strong thighs, chariots and the strange poplar that line the hills around Florence. WE should dance for her, yet for 5 she will dance on us sitting spread eagle while her closed thighs work up and over.
We have Knowledge of each other, there is not another like that meme memory. I wish there was a high ground to place this chair. But we have made straight the way and felt that there is nothing but wholeness to begin again. Clean and not given over to the dvine.
The Emperor has a rams head on his chest and math to go along with the rule. There is the sun and the moon and he has a certain wisdom and direct gaze. He will look at you and you will look away. Tools, measuring devices, embellished eating utensils and cookware. Self discipline, high on the mountain, two eagle and timepieces
Number 10 cotswold is the sour southern Place of our youth. What a name for a silly street and forewarned to not build many houses of mirth. we are kansas poplar trees in the time
ten of swords No one will look at you when you are cutting them. Another mummy in the nighttime being cut. This is a man's time to suffer. We like to pick scabs and we can top from the bottom. Cut while trying to leave for another place and space
We are what connect us Culture ties and binds us to the world in ways that we can tell stories to ourselves and make sense of the senseless. There are some many things that do not make sense. Just like young children watching the same cartoon over and over again, till they have the jokes figured out we must tell stories over and over with subtle and gross variations to make the show work in our eyes. The sun does not shine all over
King of Swords. A master craftsman creates fine blades, Icy, blue away from the forges of Hephastus. His reign is one of craft and commerce. Anyone will pay the price to own the blades. Questing for more knowledge, mote making and right ways of doing things.
There isn't any Destiny for this is a walking on the water kind of thing. There are probably many many destinies that are waiting to be figured out. But tears cannot be ignored for long with out the laws of unintended consequences will fine find the third and forth order effects of this on your life. As I am poured she is poured. As there are many who pout and loath ther will not be antidote to this. And this writing is crap.
The Star night lotus, pouring it out on the dark earth, water, jewels, eyes and nascent breasts from birth and nursemaid duties. There are probably waves in her hair. And the progress of her tears wash like blood. Redemption
Ace of Pentacles, One star, mummy woman moan on fire with strange birds vibrating alarms from the barn roof cascade with roots, melons and ropes of cherry tomatoes with peppers She is rooted but reaching for something more to do. What a way to go.
Rocks speak of Influence into the soles of our feet, or the lined prospect of the plows genteel golden mean. There is much to do and gather and many times hard won shots are heard in the deep corners of the hedges near the center stones, carved my way with threes over fours.
Seven of cups, chalice monger, christ number brocade gowns, broken umbrella found out children hurt you and the grass is patterned by your lawn constructor to specification found in divine late morning dreaming hungover and daemonic green and there is fog, and there is rain and there is smoke and this is the second hour of time you have forgotten to gather in with the late season herbs. Choices must be made
Do you beat the drums for the dead who made Choices and felt the weight of glory given to them gracefully by the larger oaths of more powerful men of commerce and concern for the gullible future. Southern cross is made of
Seven stars, grown gourds, squash, vines, good earth, read red and not much to blue. She holds her hems against the tilled ground. Overgrown and hunted over by many men from the city. Their stands chained to trees on the edges, tampons of scent tied to the limbs of small mulberries and sumac. Waiting, waiting waiting,
And I may weep the tears of a damaged Childhood promised in the churches of deacons and elders from the dark times of the holden woods of Lower Indiana. Uriah McCloud and Whitewater begat Sydney and Silas. This is where they are buried and we can visit the smooth stones and teach in the schools founded with curled IOU notes of the farms surround. Eight quarter section, Many creeks, orchards and draft team, shaking the dust in the harness. WEt brown now.
Eight of swords, the death of a thousand cuts, blindfolded and naive I walked into the swords stuck in the ground by all of the writers I read, they tried to warn me, but I could not take of the blindfold and she didn't guide me, because she was blinded as well. Sophia take off the making of the dark, WHy didn't I learn enough to prevent the cuts and bruises of running into so many sharp swords, pungi sticks left for me. Was it always at sunrise or sunset that I set out to walk on the razor's edge. I also bound as she is bound for me and my pleasure, fear of soma someone seeing me, so I would like to keep her blinded as well.
I will continue to mine for the root cause effect that was discovered only Yesterday
Ten of wands on your back. This garden girl's mother in a brown plain dress carries them on the rocks and dried clods of clay that has not been chisled to seedbed status per the man Tull against the stone walls of the fenced commons. Maybe we will never know the power of the plow again. No till, no traction, we graze fine herds of shining beeves and we do not have grains of that scape anylonger. We rotate small sheaves of oats, wheats, malts and barleys into our paddock clockworkes. we are smart like straw now.
As it was in the beginning, we shall be forgiven the peace again and again for Tomorrow
The sun is a fervent and vital young lass EOS revealed, Helios working behind the bar selling cranberry and gingeraile for tenbucks not deer but the velvet dewey folds remind you of spring turkey hunts and dark earth rutted and you want to press yourself to it like young men hiding their porno mags in the fields and wacking into the dirt. Ferns and fiddleheads may grow there. Surely morels have been found at the very spots., fetching and intelligent with wings that you do not see until it is too late and you have chosen blindness while enjoying the show. Supple, strong thighs, chariots and the strange poplar that line the hills around Florence. WE should dance for her, yet for 5 she will dance on us sitting spread eagle while her closed thighs work up and over.
We have Knowledge of each other, there is not another like that meme memory. I wish there was a high ground to place this chair. But we have made straight the way and felt that there is nothing but wholeness to begin again. Clean and not given over to the dvine.
The Emperor has a rams head on his chest and math to go along with the rule. There is the sun and the moon and he has a certain wisdom and direct gaze. He will look at you and you will look away. Tools, measuring devices, embellished eating utensils and cookware. Self discipline, high on the mountain, two eagle and timepieces
Number 10 cotswold is the sour southern Place of our youth. What a name for a silly street and forewarned to not build many houses of mirth. we are kansas poplar trees in the time
ten of swords No one will look at you when you are cutting them. Another mummy in the nighttime being cut. This is a man's time to suffer. We like to pick scabs and we can top from the bottom. Cut while trying to leave for another place and space
We are what connect us Culture ties and binds us to the world in ways that we can tell stories to ourselves and make sense of the senseless. There are some many things that do not make sense. Just like young children watching the same cartoon over and over again, till they have the jokes figured out we must tell stories over and over with subtle and gross variations to make the show work in our eyes. The sun does not shine all over
King of Swords. A master craftsman creates fine blades, Icy, blue away from the forges of Hephastus. His reign is one of craft and commerce. Anyone will pay the price to own the blades. Questing for more knowledge, mote making and right ways of doing things.
There isn't any Destiny for this is a walking on the water kind of thing. There are probably many many destinies that are waiting to be figured out. But tears cannot be ignored for long with out the laws of unintended consequences will fine find the third and forth order effects of this on your life. As I am poured she is poured. As there are many who pout and loath ther will not be antidote to this. And this writing is crap.
The Star night lotus, pouring it out on the dark earth, water, jewels, eyes and nascent breasts from birth and nursemaid duties. There are probably waves in her hair. And the progress of her tears wash like blood. Redemption
Thoughts that give me comfort in light of the total depravity of man
We are an exceptional model of the human race. We no longer know how to produce food. We no longer can heal ourselves. We no longer raise our young. We have forgotten the names of the stars, fail to notice the phases of the moon. We do not know the plants and they no longer protect us. We tell ourselves we are the most powerful specimens of our kind who have ever lived. But when the lights are off we are helpless. We cannot move without traffic signals. We must attend classes in order to learn by rote numbered steps toward love or how to breast-feed our baby. We justify anything, anything at all by the need to maintain our way of life. And then we go to the doctor and tell the professionals we have no life. We have a simple test for making decisions: our way of life, which we cleverly call our standard of living, must not change except to grow yet more grand. We have a simple reality we live with each and every day: our way of life is killing us." From Blood Orchid by Charles Bowden (used with permission)
language experiment
Italian charm bracelet with words "u will be ok - always ok you are" Also found a bule bead and silver chain bracelet. If this is yours, claim in the office.
in its leapt
would Outside nebula
lantern,
canvas that shadowed
hair.
became birds,
or swan flicked
bucked;
lightly Outside silhouette,
would fingered father's
light were born.
birds,
hands palms [pattern not found: ^", skipping]
bucked;
wall silhouette,
following wall beak
head
Outside skunks [pattern not found: ^-, skipping]
a
flew jaws toward
every diffused
Orion's skunks [pattern not found: ^y, skipping]
woods
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story.
basically turtle.
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January happen
chaos theory in classroom
Applying Chaos Theory to the classroom
The Complex Adaptive Theory of EducationHow you can use chaos and complexity theories in the classroom
Lee Chazen, M.A.
http://homepage.mac.com/lchazen/tutoring/FileSharing12.html
1. Turn the class into an open environment with broad units of study.
2. Use simple rules, but set high expectations.
3. Act like a facilitator by encouraging self-organization.
4. Encircle the "complex system," sending down occasional messages and reminders, while keeping broad parameters in place.
5. Set the tone for creativity, expectations and behavior early on in the semester.
These will serve as the broad parameters to guide creativity and scholarship.
9. Get students out of rows and into random arrangements where they will encounter divergent ideas and opinions.
10. Guide students to a middle ground or "edge of chaos," where they can look for new discoveries and make potential breakthroughs.
12. Work with colleagues to rid the school of rigid, black and white thinking where ideas of perfection or failure and winners and losers exist. Cross any and all imaginary pre-established lines to work with people from all departments.
13. Work on building a new ethic of camaraderie, cooperation and collegiality.
14. Create a "hub" in your class or at your school, that serves as a meeting place where collaboration and brainstorming can take place.
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