Narrating and Demonstrating the Work We Do
Going on about the weather is trite when the weathermeisters natter on. But when I have to get up at 3 am to check on the lambs, it is not. Verily it is not trite. In fact the past week has been an exercise in the depressive grinding of its miserable self down onto me … Continue reading Hope Full in February, the Honest-to-God Cruelest Month →
When it is -11 degrees Fahrenheit (-24 C), the snow doesn’t so much crunch as it …squeaks. I wait in the dark at the gate. Again. Yesterday was a meal best left behind for the post trauma to come. Today I voice a prayer for ‘no new mamas’. I listen deep inside like an equitorial tracking station pinging for … Continue reading February 19, 2015 | A Shepherd’s Journal: The Fragile Crack of Frozen Stars →
When I search Google for “engagement WKU” or “student engagement” I get a hot mess of stuff. In fact it clarifies for me how the word has lapsed into confusion (at least for me). The Google nGram chart below for “student engagement” indicates that before 1962 there is no record of the use of the … Continue reading Engagement: I Do Not Think It Memes What You Think It Memes →
I am embedding a PopcornMaker Mix here so that others may share in it and play with it. PopcornMaker allows for such collaborative play. Join in. Not sure how this will work but that is the nature of the infinite game of play and life. You can watch the progress here throughout the course of … Continue reading Following the Bouncing MultiMedia Ball: Playing in the Popcorn Fields →
Who am I kidding? I’ll never get around to the ones I want to read in the video embedded above. The plenty of the Internet is appalling. Consider the Diigo outline of pages/posts/sites that I have vacuumed up this week that all DEMAND to be properly attended to, to get the maximum curation they deserve. … Continue reading Minimum/Maximum Curation Theater →
There is always a story. Yes. The gallery below is part of a story that began when peanut butter was really cheap and young boys and girls ate a lot of it. We got peanut butter in gallon tubs. As I recall it cost less than $2 for the five pound tub of store brand … Continue reading Petty Joys: A Series →
A song by Kevin: A response by me: It was a snow day. Unfettered time granted by simple circumstance. Mad Loki pops up and says, “What is not forbidden is allowed. Ask neither permission or forgiveness.” It is a jazz story, part call and response and part improv riff. The story that Kevin’s music and … Continue reading Snow Day, Jazz Play, Loki’s Way →