This post made me chuckle.
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An interesting meditation for me today. My blog is very eclectic, and I wonder how consistent my voice is.
I wonder how many of us take a conscious decision to become the people we are and how many of us just come to be as we wander through life.
Each human being is already complex. Put one human being in touch with another and you have an even more complex set of possibilities of interaction. When you think about it, only part of that interaction is communication, only part of communication writing, only part of writing blogging and just a small part of that voice.
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No, it’s not my birthday, but I felt compelled to share this.
He was obviously at least twenty years older than she was. He was also ignoring her as she texted away, seemingly oblivious to my stares. Why was she with him?
They got into a Mercedes. I know I shouldn’t speculate but I have known many clients, often more female than male, who are attracted to people with money or power. I have a hard time getting my head around such a desire but I know it exists and is doing quite well.
If there is any moral lesson to The Wedding Singer it’s that you should do what you love, rock that mullet, and damn the money. Corporate sellouts with feathered hair and a taste for Heineken will ultimately lose the girl to the hobo guitar player and his pure love.
It can happen. Some people love musicians. I’m fairly certain, however, and I’m not really going out on a…
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Very thought-provoking today. I bought a new planner last week and already have filled the month of July and into August. The entries are even color-coded (red for work, turquoise for family and friends, and so on).
Time, as we understand it did not begin until the nineteenth century. At that time, people got up and went to bed with the sun. Candlelight isn’t good lighting for reading, sewing or fixing tools. Many other people ordered their lives by the whistles of the factory or by the town clock.
People were often late by fifteen or twenty minutes. Almost everyone was late and it wasn’t considered important because time wasn’t a constant. In 1880, the concept of an appointment was developed. With the birth of “appointments” came the responsibility to be on time. Time was local and not organized.
This all changed with the advent of trains. Trains needed a schedule. Schedules needed standardization. A schedule meant there had to be universal time.
The country was divided into time zones and it was made uniform. In the last fifty years, our sense of time has been completely overturned…
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Once again, well said.
This afternoon, I sat at the back table of my classroom and checked my email while my students finished a test. I knew nothing about what happened in Connecticut, always late to know, most of my day disconnected from the internet. Another teacher wrote an email suggesting we might do something to reach out to Sandy Hook Elementary School…
I had no idea what he was talking about.
Reading the CNN updates as my students concentrated on parts of speech, my eyes filled with tears. The world is filled with so many horrors, but nothing is quite as horrific as violence toward children. I don’t know if it is because I am a teacher or because I was in a room full of kids, but this story shook me more than any other in my life.
It breaks my heart to think there is one more thing for my students…
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We heard of the horror in Newtown during eighth period, at the end of the day. The halls in our own school were Friday afternoon quiet. In classrooms, our teachers were hoping to make the most of every instructional moment, our kids hoping to hear the clock click to 2:43 announcing the weekend, and everyone feeling very safe in a place where everyone should be very safe.
The loss is unimaginable. 20 kids, all between ages of 5 and 10. 20 kids who went to school this morning and who will never come home. 20 kids, each with a family, each with a life as yet unlived. Maybe they looked forward to singing a song in music today. Maybe they were worried about a Friday spelling test. Maybe they almost missed the bus. Maybe they had play dates scheduled for this afternoon and basketball practice on Saturday morning. Maybe their…
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