Sun, 24 December 2006 Third, fourth, and fifth grades represented with a sampling of journal entries and a story. Reading this after 24 years (or so) gives me a hint of the boy I was. Comments[0] |
Fri, 15 December 2006 The last day of school for 2006. Two pounds of grapes for staff treats. Remembering to get my paycheck (which later I forgot all about). Swimming fun and the mental gain. A stranded minivan; doubting my decision not to offer my help. Joy of Christmas carols.
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Wed, 13 December 2006 Geminids are here again (note I meant the Perseids, not the Leonids, as the last meteor shower I viewed). Thoughts on re-reading _A Feast For Crows_ by George R.R. Martin. Details, character motives, and piecing the story together. The Gospel of Judas. Writing a novel where each copy is different due to a reader generated seed. Comments[0] |
Tue, 12 December 2006 Uncertain of the day, a quiet beginning. First coat of the new wall color; initial reactions, finding a "dangerous" color. TSA breaking *your* suitcase lock to protect *you*. Comments[0] |
Fri, 8 December 2006 My brother David's birthday. Two to the fifth power. Thoughts on Andre Rieu's 12/7/06 San Diego concert. Brief description of The Heritage of the Americas Museum in El Cajon, California which gets interrupted at the end by chit-chat with a teacher. Comments[0] |
Wed, 6 December 2006 Crimson leaves and silver moon. Making fire in class. Dreams. Pepsi can revisited with Wallace Stevens (reference to "Anecdote of the Jar"). Embarrassing story dealing with a forgotten lock combination. Comments[0] |
Mon, 4 December 2006 A chill Santa Ana. Not quite the Christmas season without the decorations around the house. Shiny blue Pepsi can on the pitcher's mound. Thoughts of how Christmas changes throughout our lives; rememberances of Christmas past. One spider! The paradox of senses and feeling beyond the senses. Comments[0] |
Fri, 1 December 2006 The recent upheaval of my room provides rich opportunity to find lost treasures as well as items to discard. I spend most of my time discussing Degas' "Giovanna and Giuliana Bellelli". I mispronounce Giovanna's name as Giovanni. At the end, with not enough time devoted to it, I ponder getting rid of photos of my mom and grandpa taken at my wedding. Comments[0] |
