The Hole Poem

In my first days of recovery, I found the hole poem incredibly helpful and meaningful as a metaphor for rearranging how I wanted to move through the world. I had a conversation with the kid last night about the difference between being a victim and a survivor. I hadn’t had that conversation in a long time. It provided a nice…

Shoes These Days

Shoes these days are so ugly. I just don’t understand the appeal. I like the return to gladiator sandals. I had those in the 80s. They were fun. I didn’t like the return to platform shoes. I had those in the 70s. They were kinda ugly. Also wedges, not so much. Of course, nowadays I just wear plain boring shoes…

Threes: Water Holding Me Down

The last three musicians I listened to: 1. Lucinda Williams 2. Neko Case 3. Indigo Girls Last three websites I bookmarked: 1. PBS documentary – Through Deaf Eyes 2. Pie Maven – Pie Idioms (I was looking for the origin of finger in every pie) 3. Retailers Turn Away from Baby Boomers Last three purchases I made: 1. AAA batteries…

Gratitudes

Gratitudes: You May Tell Yourself

Keeping track of gratitudes helps keep me positive and appreciative. The only rule is people can't be on the list because there are too many to name. Focusing on the small things keeps me mindful. Here's my gratitudes for today.

1. My students this semester. They rock. They are just plain wonderful. The exceptions aren’t even enough to drag me down.
2. Computer Heaven’s warranty
3. Sleeping pills

kd lang

I have always loved kd lang. Always, always. I liked her punk-country performance-art style from Angel with a Lariat. She caught my eye at some point in the 80s when I was channel surfing television. Spiky hair, Buddy Holly glasses, and country-western wear: She was a genre-bending artist as much as a gender-bending one.  I didn’t pay attention to her…

The World 2.0

* I can’t remember the last time I heard a busy signal. Busy signals have disappeared due to voice mail and call waiting, a phenomenon that happened somewhere in the 90s. Perhaps we could think of it as an early step in the direction of 24/7 accessibility and connection via new communication technologies. Although, looking backward, I suppose we can…

Link: Googol it!

So, I had a post about misspelled protest signs. When I “googled” that search term, I found out an interesting tidbit. Google was supposed to be called Googol, meaning 10100, the number represented by a 1 followed by one hundred zeros. Apparently, the founders were poor spellers. They trademarked Google and bought the web domain before realizing they misspelled it!…