Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Breathing

Silence creeps over her house as she has sent its occupants to bed. A mile a work looms before her, but focus will not come.

The day's frustrations along with an unyielding schedule and various life crises seem to circle her mind like a vulture looking for its victim, finding only her mind.

Slipping away, she thinks of her boys and her husband. Tries to count her many blessings.

Taking a deep breath, she reaches for her Bible study. Work will wait. God knows what she needs.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Internet

It's a vast and often unforgiving expanse. It has literally changed the culture we live in. It has brought the world closer, given access to millions and put the market at anyone's fingertips.

For all its pearls, there lurks within it a powerful potential for downfall. From online predators to rampant victims of the pornography market, even simple online friendships can lead down paths undesired.

Like anything else, the online world should be approached with caution and respect, lest you fall into its snare.

"Three Cups of Tea"

I've assigned my feature writing class to read this book, and I am rereading it along with the class to assemble assignments along the way. Even going back over the intro to chapter five, I am immediately pulled into and amazed by this book all over again.

You see, I've always believed in education, fiercely in fact. But, if anything, education merely points out one's ignorance in the larger world. There is no "done." There is no graduation from learning.

Just when you think you have put it all aside or arrived at your final world view destination, in comes something that the mind simply cannot erase.

Read this book. Expect to be changed.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

F#$%! Insert Expletive Here

Can I just tell you that I HATE, HATE, HATE the freakin' computers at work? HATE them.

I try to encourage my sons not to use the word "HATE," but I HATE going to work every day with the reasonable expectation of accomplishing something only to be denied by the lunatics who think it's a good idea to put Macs on the network that clearly does not plaly well with actual programs we need and use. OK, so Adobe is also a big old pain in the ass.

Bright, shiny computers should not take five minutes to load a Web page. Some of my students cannot log into machines. They are working on the problem. Big flipping deal. Do they realize that I get roughly 30 class sessions to teach basic design theory and orient the students to software some of them cannot even access? Do they stand at the front of the classroom looking like a total dumbass when something does not work. Nope. Insert me for that role. I am angry.

And, NEVER use questions in writing unless you are super pissed!!!! Yes, multiple !!! are annoying and taboo also. I no longer care.

I could totally become a kick boxer or something because I'd like to kick the crap out of something.

One of my dear, dear friends from college used to delight me (and scare me a bit as well) by her famous fury when driving. She put the "rage in road rage" - -to keep up with my trite and ridiculous attempt to break as many rules as possible. No clichés if you can't keep up. (awww, that wasn't nice either. hmm, still don't care!) I fear I am going to turn in crazy girl every time I log into my wuad account.

On a totally unrelated note. I have a friend who has a good reason to be angry, but is showing more grace than anger. Normally, I support this tactic, but not today.

However, I was thinking of her when I saw this quote in the Barnes and Noble Bookstore (ahh, happy, happy place. Love the bookstore).

"Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" Or so says Mary Anne Radmacher, who incidentally is a writer/artist who does not believe in capitalization.

By the way, a few Web types display this quote without giving any credit. Jerks! Yeah, we've swithced back to angry. Anyway, I should go back to my room and do my Bible study and give this nasty anger straight up to God. I might have to preface that step with a prayer that goes something like this. "Father, God. I am mad. I am mad. I am mad. Please place in me a desire to let go of this anger in your prescriptive manner. Amen."