Over the summer, I happened upon a huge collection of National Geographic magazines in the bin labeled FREE at the public Library--it was the most complete set I had seen in a long time. Being that my mother was scheduled to teach History classes this year, I loaded them all into my trunk one day after work and took them all home. I sorted the our and sat before a sea of magazines that spanned almost 2 decades. I wondered at all of the stories that had been written, and how much there was to learn from those volumes.
I leafed through the set a magazine at a time, reading random passages and found one about Caribou. How the mothers leave the herd in the mountains to have their young in the low lands, so they can see predators coming. Then the calf, just minutes after birth can stand, then in a week they can keep up with their mother, and after three weeks, they can outrun a grizzly bear. After that three week mark, the rest of the herd comes from the highlands; they instinctively know to do this. Then the whole herd travels inland to prepare for the harsh Alaskan winter. I couldn't help but wonder why we can't be more like animals in the aspect that they thrive off their God-given nature and instincts, it really is amazing.

where the old road was

there stands a bridge over the suwannee:

a day at the beach.

an outing between friends to the lovely st. augustine beach during our not so "spring" spring break

a moment of muted color

there are many lakes around lakeland, a walk reveals so much.

and the week was green

tuesday----------------------------------------------------------------------------

the oracle had it's first poetry reading of this semester.

i decided to read a new poet: Lorine Niedecker

here it is:

When Ecstasy is Inconvenient
by Lorine Niedecker

Feign a great calm;
all gay transport soon ends.
Chant: who knows—
flight's end or flight's beginning
for the resting gull?

Heart, be still.
Say there is money but it rusted;
say the time of moon is not right for escape.
It's the color in the lower sky
too broadly suffused,
or the wind in my tie.

Know amazedly how
often one takes his madness
into his own hands
and keeps it.

monday---------------------------------------------------------------------------
today was a monday to kill all monday's. not that it was hectic, well it was, it just felt as thought it should've been friday. the weekend wasn't long enough in some aspects, but it was too long in others. i think it all could have been avoided had i not woke up on saturday. i went to church on sunday at All Saint's Episcopal, i love going to church there and i always want to take pictures of such a stately church, but some how i'm afraid that i'll taint the surrounds, besides a picture would not do justice to the magnificence of such a place.

i finished Stardust, it was a good book, Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors, but it took me forever to finish the book--i'm not saying it was a difficult read, just saying for some reason it took me a long time to read it all. it was very much like the movie, except the book was more violent, and the people were discribed differently--hollywood has a knack for not caring what the characters look like is reference to their counterparts in the novels (i think they should try harder)

today was a green day, a lot of people wore green--i heard someone comment: "we all are wishing it were mid-march", and i thought it was a novel comment worthy of repeating. we were having a drill for st. patrick's day. we are ready! even the grass was happy and green-- "it was so green it was laughing" that what i thought all day.

in my classroom management class, we were randomly(by the power of selection) placed in groups and assigned a topic for our group teaching project. Glasser. that's all i'm going to say.

we had a fire alarm today, i like being prepared, but i hate the sound of the alarms, i guess they do their job, they make people run away screaming with their hands over their ears as if they were running away from an American Idol audition. our drills come at the most inopportune times: during a nap, while you are in the shower, etc. i'm always on the phone with my mother when the alarm sounds, and it never fails before i have a chance to tell her what is happening something happens, my phone dies or i loose connection, or i accidently hang up on her. she has just long enough to hear the screech of the alarm and then ... ... ... nothing.