Friday, October 3, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Science Projects
Long time no post, but I have a good excuse and a note from my doctor.
I've been pregnant, however, I am not any more! I have experienced a whole new level of pain . . . EVIL Pain! My epidural wore off for the nasty part right at the end. I felt EVERYTHING! Kathryn will be an only child. A well loved, but only child. I could go off about things now with her around, like how the next most evil pain to birth is breast feeding. Thank Heaven for bottles and breast pumps. Then there is the lack of sleep . . . *hiss* BUT I won't.
I've been pregnant, however, I am not any more! I have experienced a whole new level of pain . . . EVIL Pain! My epidural wore off for the nasty part right at the end. I felt EVERYTHING! Kathryn will be an only child. A well loved, but only child. I could go off about things now with her around, like how the next most evil pain to birth is breast feeding. Thank Heaven for bottles and breast pumps. Then there is the lack of sleep . . . *hiss* BUT I won't.
Anyway, many of you have asked for pictures and I'll send stills of things upon request, but in the mean time enjoy this little video. Kathryn and I made it today for her Dad.
Turn your sound on.
Turn your sound on.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
long time
I haven't posted in a long long time. I think I'm just stretched thin. The Baby will be here in 4 - 5 weeks and I'm sooooo not ready. I have a long list of home improvements and stuff to buy.
My whole family will be here July 1 and will stay for a month. *sigh* I'm not getting much of a "summer vacation" though I did go to CA for a week in June. That was nice.
So that's it. I think I'll post a nice picture and call it good.
My whole family will be here July 1 and will stay for a month. *sigh* I'm not getting much of a "summer vacation" though I did go to CA for a week in June. That was nice.
So that's it. I think I'll post a nice picture and call it good.
Monday, April 14, 2008
For Becky and Blue Slushies Everywhere
My sweet friend Becky has just gone into surgery for breast cancer. It’s a strange experience (but not my first with cancer and a loved one). Becky is a bright, loving and creative soul who is so grounded in spiritual and humanitarian things. She has just finished a lovely novel about an “ugly” fairy and the perils of convenience store slushies. She just got into a new job in a great metropolitan town and a new apartment. Having all this happen to her is tuff.
I wanted a nice poem to go with the painting that I’m posting. I wanted a poem and lovely art for my lovely friend Becky – This painting by Rossetti looks so much like my Dear Becky and the poem is actually the song “the Last Unicorn” because my friend is as rare and as majestic as the unicorn.
When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountains.
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain.
In the shadow of the forest,
Though she may be old and worn,
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn.
When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north,
And a pale moon is rising.
And it seems like all is dying,
And would leave the world to mourn,
In the distance, hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn.
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning.
And the future has past,
Without even a last desperate warning.
Then looking to the sky where
Through the clouds, a path is formed
You can see her
How she sparkles!
It's the last unicorn!
I wanted a nice poem to go with the painting that I’m posting. I wanted a poem and lovely art for my lovely friend Becky – This painting by Rossetti looks so much like my Dear Becky and the poem is actually the song “the Last Unicorn” because my friend is as rare and as majestic as the unicorn.
When the last eagle flies
Over the last crumbling mountains.
And the last lion roars
At the last dusty fountain.
In the shadow of the forest,
Though she may be old and worn,
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn.
When the first breath of winter
Through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north,
And a pale moon is rising.
And it seems like all is dying,
And would leave the world to mourn,
In the distance, hear the laughter
Of the last unicorn.
I'm alive!
I'm alive!
When the last moon is cast
Over the last star of morning.
And the future has past,
Without even a last desperate warning.
Then looking to the sky where
Through the clouds, a path is formed
You can see her
How she sparkles!
It's the last unicorn!
Monday, February 25, 2008
Well here is a cool science first! See Electron. see Electron go. Go Electron go . . . like the wind!
http://www.scientificblogging.com/news_releases/electron_caught_on_film_for_the_first_time
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
We’re All Black Listed, I Know It.
Soooooooooooo,
Another Library job goes to other people. I’m seriously reconsidering this career choice. But then I realize it isn’t just me and my chosen field it’s a lot of talented people loosing out to the “American Idols” of the world. What do I mean by that? I mean truly talented people are being passed up for the flashy looks and dance moves of the titillating.
Take my sister Kirsten, 20 + years experience teaching and working with young adults – by that I mean kids in the 10-13 age range (around 6th grade). She’s been a requested teacher, developed summer programming for years, and taught education in a college setting and now what? She’s waiting to see if she even has the “training” job now that Pfizer’s been bought out. That’s right she’s a glorified secretary like me for an organization not in her field. Apparently her experiences make her over qualified to be hired and then there is the fact that she doesn’t have calculus. Apparently if you can’t do calculus you can’t teach kids over 3rd grade (8years old). Cuz we all remember how difficult calculus was in 4th grade!
There are so many out there. I’ve come to understand that there is a section of the parable of the talents that must for hit the cutting room floor back in 300 AD. The part about the servant that takes his talents and cleans them up and heads out to share them with others; the servant that wants to increase them, and help others increase their talents too. But every time he tries he is turned away. “Your talents are not the kind I want” “You have to many talents”, or even “you aren't worth those talents” as they try to steel them and tell the world that the talents belong to the crook and not the honest man.
I often wonder why gives us talents and inspiration only to find ourselves unwanted and unneeded. What good is a maligned talent in the hands of someone who is loosing hope? Creativity turns out ugliness when abused by others/ the world.
What this means for me is that I’m not sure I want to work in a library anymore. I’m not sure I want to be a patron of libraries. Having spent 3 years being turned away I’m saying enough – UNCLE! I’m not sure what to do, but I’m sure a hell not going to do it in a library.
Another Library job goes to other people. I’m seriously reconsidering this career choice. But then I realize it isn’t just me and my chosen field it’s a lot of talented people loosing out to the “American Idols” of the world. What do I mean by that? I mean truly talented people are being passed up for the flashy looks and dance moves of the titillating.
Take my sister Kirsten, 20 + years experience teaching and working with young adults – by that I mean kids in the 10-13 age range (around 6th grade). She’s been a requested teacher, developed summer programming for years, and taught education in a college setting and now what? She’s waiting to see if she even has the “training” job now that Pfizer’s been bought out. That’s right she’s a glorified secretary like me for an organization not in her field. Apparently her experiences make her over qualified to be hired and then there is the fact that she doesn’t have calculus. Apparently if you can’t do calculus you can’t teach kids over 3rd grade (8years old). Cuz we all remember how difficult calculus was in 4th grade!
There are so many out there. I’ve come to understand that there is a section of the parable of the talents that must for hit the cutting room floor back in 300 AD. The part about the servant that takes his talents and cleans them up and heads out to share them with others; the servant that wants to increase them, and help others increase their talents too. But every time he tries he is turned away. “Your talents are not the kind I want” “You have to many talents”, or even “you aren't worth those talents” as they try to steel them and tell the world that the talents belong to the crook and not the honest man.
I often wonder why gives us talents and inspiration only to find ourselves unwanted and unneeded. What good is a maligned talent in the hands of someone who is loosing hope? Creativity turns out ugliness when abused by others/ the world.
What this means for me is that I’m not sure I want to work in a library anymore. I’m not sure I want to be a patron of libraries. Having spent 3 years being turned away I’m saying enough – UNCLE! I’m not sure what to do, but I’m sure a hell not going to do it in a library.
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