<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527</id><updated>2011-09-13T08:43:21.878-04:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='haiti'/><category term='books'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='change'/><category term='fall'/><category term='winter'/><category term='school'/><category term='move'/><category term='cape'/><category term='home'/><category term='authors'/><category term='vermont'/><category term='summer'/><category term='hemingway'/><category term='five senses friday'/><category term='spring'/><category term='this and that'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='new year'/><category term='busy'/><category term='good things'/><category term='sundays'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='changes'/><title type='text'>The Dangling Conversation</title><subtitle type='html'>A year of photos, poetry, and prose</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2101142939735416105</id><published>2010-10-24T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:40:55.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>a lofty peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfXaiOkeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QrJzQ954hBE/s1600/IMG_0750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfXaiOkeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QrJzQ954hBE/s320/IMG_0750.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Tim and I hiked the Pinnacle, a part of the Appalachian  trail here in Pennsylvania. It was really nice to get away from school,  work, and the Mainline for a bit. Kind of a mini-vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfZpslCAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/c9jNG94fVOA/s1600/IMG_0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfZpslCAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/c9jNG94fVOA/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfd4CGNcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OAbbqknaMbg/s1600/IMG_0754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfd4CGNcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OAbbqknaMbg/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfhOKvcvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/11x1OEbXFaQ/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfhOKvcvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/11x1OEbXFaQ/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a little tough getting used to living here and managing school. Basically, my whole life has been turned upside down in the past couple of months. It takes me awhile to cope with change, especially of this magnitude. I am so fortunate and sometimes I need to get out of myself and see the bigger picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2101142939735416105?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2101142939735416105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2101142939735416105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/10/lofty-peak.html' title='a lofty peak'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TMTfXaiOkeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/QrJzQ954hBE/s72-c/IMG_0750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-570078913266273630</id><published>2010-10-15T22:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:31:14.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>It's fall and I should be studying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://burke-design.net/images/fall-tree-swing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://burke-design.net/images/fall-tree-swing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desktoprating.com/wallpapers/nature-wallpapers-pictures/fall-of-autumn-leaves-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been busier than I could imagine. It is a lot of work--endless papers and tests. So far, I like the program. The other students are nice and friendly. The professors are very involved and insist that we are on a first-name basis. I would try to be more interesting in describing school, but I can't really think about it anymore. Not today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to living in Pennsylvania. I do miss Maryland a lot--my friends, the area, the stuff that I was used to for the past few years. I miss the students, but not necessarily the work. My apartment is fine...there are some things that I would like to change but it is safe and somewhat affordable. Everything here seems a lot older and, with the all the stone, a lot darker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ is away this week. I miss him--it's very strange to be here without him around. I keep thinking that I will eventually just leave and head back to Columbia. It's going to take awhile to adjust and I keep reminding myself to be patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Studying for my two tests on Monday&lt;br /&gt;2. Recovering from my three tests this week&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to the wind outside my creaky window...I love it. &lt;br /&gt;4. Some strong coffee made with my new French press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie in class this week--&lt;i&gt;Away from Her&lt;/i&gt; (directed by Sarah Polley) and it was very good. In it, the husband reads from Ondaatje's "The Cinnamon Peeler." I love him. I can still hear his accent from when he read at UVM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;...When we swam once&lt;br /&gt;I touched you in water&lt;br /&gt;and our bodies remained free,&lt;br /&gt;you could hold me and be blind of smell.&lt;br /&gt;You climbed the bank and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;this is how you touch other women &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;And you searched your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;for the missing perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;and knew &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;what good is it  &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;to be the lime burner's daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;left with no trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;as if not spoken to in an act of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched&lt;br /&gt;your belly to my hands&lt;br /&gt;in the dry air and said&lt;br /&gt;I am the cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;peeler's wife. Smell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo from http://burke-design.net/images/fall-tree-swing.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;abridged version of "The Cinnamon Peeler" by Michael Ondaatje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-570078913266273630?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/570078913266273630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/570078913266273630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-fall-and-i-should-be-studying.html' title='It&apos;s fall and I should be studying'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-908075006955441945</id><published>2010-08-25T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T10:51:10.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THUsw-I-UKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CJPtMtHq1Z4/s1600/images-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THUsw-I-UKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CJPtMtHq1Z4/s320/images-7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been living through a summer Nor'easter this week. It's been rainy and cold for the past few days. It makes me want to do a whole lot of nothing! I have spent a lot of time online--buying books, reading blogs, and debating backpacks for school! I'm going out to lunch and then heading back home to have my car checked since it hit 100,000 miles awhile ago. Really hoping that I don't suffer from too much sticker-shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a couch and loveseat on Craigslist, and have contacted a seller about an Ikea dining table and chair. It's a knockoff of a Saarinen table, which I feel badly about, but not bad enough to spend thousands on the real thing at this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THUtytliLEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k9j42EbtX_Q/s1600/4-14-docksta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THUtytliLEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/k9j42EbtX_Q/s320/4-14-docksta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-908075006955441945?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/908075006955441945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/908075006955441945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THUsw-I-UKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CJPtMtHq1Z4/s72-c/images-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-5120828734928641608</id><published>2010-08-23T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:59:17.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>the "not-really back to school" back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THJzZAt9WFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KNblQvXgmiU/s1600/images-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THJzZAt9WFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KNblQvXgmiU/s320/images-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GC goes back to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I am sad. I miss my friends and some of the students. I miss the predictability of the days and the schedule. I miss the overall routine. I have to remind myself that what I am doing is a good thing, something that will make a positive difference in my future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I don't have to work in a field where I have some serious philosophical differences about teaching and socializing children. I will enjoy waking up at a more reasonable hour and not having the crazy amount of work to finish on evenings and weekends. I am excited to still be helping others while having a more flexible schedule for awhile. It is nice to have options and I am very lucky to be able to attend school full-time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still on the Cape and will be for the next week and a half. It's rainy and cold today, and I'm planning on ordering my textbooks (outrageously expensive!) and maybe the wedding scrapbook while I have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-5120828734928641608?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5120828734928641608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5120828734928641608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-really-back-to-school-back-to.html' title='the &quot;not-really back to school&quot; back to school'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/THJzZAt9WFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KNblQvXgmiU/s72-c/images-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-6773941707858383019</id><published>2010-08-19T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:06:36.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>summer's lease hath all too short a date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TG04SWJo75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UTcPqKd3sa8/s1600/images-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TG04SWJo75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UTcPqKd3sa8/s320/images-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where has the summer gone!&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe that it is already mid-August. The other day, I was riding bikes with Tim and Andy and first noticed the leaves beginning to change. The days are a little shorter and it's much cooler after 5pm. I love summer and I'm trying to hold on for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been pretty indulgent. I took three classes at the local community college (if you need to take any prereqs for programs, the community college system is the absolute best!), so now my prereqs are done for school. Sociology, Abnormal Psychology, Anatomy and Physiology I and II, and Statistics. Done! Other than that, I've been relaxing, planning, and having fun with family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for school, but also a little nervous. I start classes on September 8th and move to Pennsylvania on the 2nd. It will be sad to leave home again and start something new. I think it will be worth it, though--I pray it will be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wedding front, mostly everything is done. We have booked the photographer, florist, and DJ. I even chose my dress this week! I went with my mom and the second I tried it on, I knew that it was the one! On the whole, everything has gone pretty smoothly. My sister and I stuffed the Save the Dates last night and I'm very happy with those, as well. We got them from &lt;a href="http://www.weddingpaperdivas.com/product/6991/save_the_date_magnets_tandem_bike.html"&gt;Wedding Paper Divas&lt;/a&gt;, where I'm thinking of getting our wedding invitations (they won't be the same as our Save the Dates). The only thing that is potentially stressful is our guest list. I would really like to have Tim and I know everyone there, instead of adding people that we have not met. Also, it's very easy to go way over budget when including all our friends, family, and guests. Right now, we are at about 150, which is where we'd like to keep it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm listening to "The Villagers", which is actually one Irish musician. The album "Becoming a Jackal" is very good. Kind of moody, which will be good for fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo from dianasdesserts.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-6773941707858383019?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/6773941707858383019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/6773941707858383019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/08/summers-lease-hath-all-too-short-date.html' title='summer&apos;s lease hath all too short a date'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TG04SWJo75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UTcPqKd3sa8/s72-c/images-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-3564261838615872849</id><published>2010-06-25T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:08:53.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/TB94sH2f1YI/AAAAAAAAZdM/wRNliiTWbNw/s1600/summer+portland.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/TB94sH2f1YI/AAAAAAAAZdM/wRNliiTWbNw/s320/summer+portland.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having summers off is absolutely wonderful. I love how the days just blend together, and the only decisions to be made are which books to read and what time to get ice cream. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been at Tim's for the past couple of days. Today we went for a ride by the cranberry bogs in Carver. Then we came home, ate lunch, went swimming, and fell asleep in the hammock. Before I knew it, it was time to go for drinks and dinner with Natalie. It was so nice to catch up and talk about the wedding. Overall, a very good day. Tomorrow is looking like it will be more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the wedding front, the date, our Church, and reception site are confirmed. I won't list them here, due to privacy issues. If you'd like, you can email me about it. We've decided on navy and dark pink for the general color scheme. I would like to keep the wedding as local and independent as possible and we've been interested in hiring those recommended by family and friends. I'd like to add some personal touches to the wedding. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.oncewed.com/"&gt;oncewed&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://snippetandink.blogspot.com/"&gt;snippet and ink&lt;/a&gt; are great for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried on some J. Crew dresses earlier this week. I will be going with J. Crew for the bridesmaids for a few reasons. My bridesmaids live in various areas of the country and I'd like to make it easier for them. J. Crew has various styles of dresses that are flattering for all body types and at various price points (they have discounts for teachers and grad students, too!). Below are some of the styles that I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/08/31/business/02dresses-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/08/31/business/02dresses-600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried on the below wedding dress, which looked terrible on me! It would need serious alterations, but I wasn't a huge fan of the shape or coloring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenbride.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/jcrew-sophia-long-silk-dress-in-white.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://greenbride.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/jcrew-sophia-long-silk-dress-in-white.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my dress, I'll be looking at independent boutiques in the southeastern Massachusetts area. I think that will be my best bet. I was surprised to find that I liked the strapless and "pouf" dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking for vendors. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Top photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/littlebirds/4614265564/in/faves-7345817@N08/" target="_blank"&gt;Stephanie Congdon Barnes&lt;/a&gt;, other photos from J.Crew and greenbride.wordpress.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-3564261838615872849?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/3564261838615872849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/3564261838615872849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/TB94sH2f1YI/AAAAAAAAZdM/wRNliiTWbNw/s72-c/summer+portland.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-770520068381111176</id><published>2010-06-23T23:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:25:41.347-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started my classes on Monday. I have Statistics from 9-12 and Anatomy and Physiology 2 from 5-10. It makes for a long day, but I am very fortunate because my instructors are nice and the workload is demanding but manageable. I think I will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home for nearly two weeks and I am happy. It's nice to be with my family and friends here. I love waking up, having coffee on the deck, and walking to the beach. Yesterday, mom and I went to the boatyard for lobster rolls and then went to the beach for drinks and dessert. I'm very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am heading off-Cape to see Tim and Natalie. I'm excited for Thai, hiking, cycling, swimming, and World Cup. Oh, yes, and studying! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a wedding update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-770520068381111176?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/770520068381111176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/770520068381111176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-started-my-classes-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-8460519263691136205</id><published>2010-06-20T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:37:22.314-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://libertycrusader.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/image0221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://libertycrusader.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/image0221.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back at home. It's nice to visit with my family, see Tim's family, eat great food, drink nice wine, and relax. The move to Philadelphia was relatively uneventful, which was nice. Tim flew down to Maryland, packed the truck, and drove it up to Pennsylvania. I found an apartment with all of the utilities included and I am excited about it. It has a lot of space and an elevator. And free parking, which is apparently hard to find in that particular area (Bryn Mawr/Haverford). One place wanted to charge $100 per month for a parking lot that was off-limits from 9am-5pm. No thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, Tim and I drove up to Massachusetts. It was nice to drive together after so many drives alone. We could commiserate about the long trek through Jersey and Connecticut. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back on the Cape, one of my favorite places in the world. I love being close to the ocean and returning to places that never change. Love it, love it. My classes begin tomorrow and I'm a little nervous but grateful. Also, I will take the long route home and admire all of the old houses in Barnstable. I miss my Maryland friends and hope that they are well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo by http://libertycrusader.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/image0221.jpg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-8460519263691136205?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/8460519263691136205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/8460519263691136205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/06/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-183298719322055402</id><published>2010-06-10T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:37:04.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>tomorrow</title><content type='html'>...I will say goodbye to Columbia. I have been here for the past three years and it's hard to go. There comes a point, though, when I am packed up and just ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was difficult. I said goodbye to the school where I taught for three years and all of the people that are close to me. They made living in Maryland a great experience and I will miss them all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is here to help me move and we will head out tomorrow morning. More from Massachusetts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-183298719322055402?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/183298719322055402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/183298719322055402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/06/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-7489487983461058383</id><published>2010-06-06T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:38:17.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on, moving out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TAwxGV3FqpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V2OKf6pr2PA/s1600/IMG_0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TAwxGV3FqpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V2OKf6pr2PA/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Green couch and coffee table, moving to a new home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sitting in my apartment--I can't believe this is the last weekend that I will be here! I just got back from the gym and thought the sky looked a little funny. It has been so hot and humid here lately, the type of humidity that dehydrates and exhausts you. I expected a thunderstorm but now we have a tornado watch until 8pm. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was watching the snow fly during the big storms in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did most of my packing yesterday and brought a lot of stuff to Goodwill. Moving is good for me because I purge a lot of stuff. I hate clutter so much--almost to the point where I am obsessed with not buying things because I fear that they will take up space. I've moved so many times (often by myself) in the past eight years that I feel the need to bring as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice young family just bought the vintage green couch and coffee table. It was a little dicey fitting it in the trailer but they are on their way back to Rockville and I hope that it all ends up in one piece! It's a relief for me, since I don't have to move it to Pennsylvania. I highly doubt that I would be able to fit it in my new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'm excited just to relax and get ready for my final week. It's going to be a tough one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-7489487983461058383?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7489487983461058383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7489487983461058383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/06/moving-on-moving-out.html' title='moving on, moving out'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/TAwxGV3FqpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/V2OKf6pr2PA/s72-c/IMG_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2137571644421582973</id><published>2010-06-01T23:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:39:59.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>scrappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winonlyriders.net/thelostforum/cinema/RockyBalboa5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.winonlyriders.net/thelostforum/cinema/RockyBalboa5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Things are better. Called the college and I'm in the process of getting things squared away. Slowly making progress on the certification front and hoping that all will go smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;School ends very soon. The students are taking finals and my last day is June 9. I took down my bulletin boards today. It's silly the things that will make you upset--like pulling staples out of corkboard. I know that classroom so well because it's been mostly mine for the past 3+ years. Soon it will be someone else's. We went out as a department for lunch and they brought me a cake. It was really nice. I keep trying not to get upset, but it's hard when the goodbyes are so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On the Philadelphia front, I am reserving storage and a moving truck tomorrow. I hope to look at apartments next weekend on the Main Line with Tim. It'll be nice to see him after two weeks apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have to approve my financial aid package tomorrow and get myself psyched up to start something very different in the fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In terms of the wedding, my parents are going through the contract for the venue. The Church is secured and Tim and I are planning on scheduling a meeting with the priest in June. I am looking at dresses on Thursday. Our parents are hosting an engagement party on July 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Went to Church twice this long weekend to gain some perspective. I liked part of Sunday's reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not only that,  but we  even boast of our afflictions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;knowing that  affliction  produces endurance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and endurance,  proven  character,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and proven  character,  hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and hope does not   disappoint..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reading-ref" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="reading-links" href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/romans/romans5.htm"&gt; Rom  5:1-5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo from http://www.winonlyriders.net/thelostforum/cinema/RockyBalboa5.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2137571644421582973?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2137571644421582973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2137571644421582973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/06/scrappy.html' title='scrappy'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-5241136263385992817</id><published>2010-05-28T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:20:00.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>nail-biting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://boomerwellness.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/anxiety-disorder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://boomerwellness.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/anxiety-disorder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been beating myself up over things...like the fact that I supposedly missed the "drop with a full refund" period at the community college by less than 7 hours, and they will only refund 60% of my tuition for two courses...and that 40% is quite significant. I've been trying to do everything I can to stay on top of things, but it's been hard. I sent them an email explaining the situation and hope to hear back, although I'm not expecting anything. It is frustrating. I have been trying to find places to live in Philadelphia but no one will show an apartment until later on this summer. I am moving in less than two weeks. All of this is very complicated and I'll be happy when it's over. I'm trying to look on the bright side, but my stomach has been in knots all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;P I is officially over and done with, which is a relief. Because I dropped the aforementioned classes, I have until June 21 to "relax," after I grade papers and pack up my life at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done too much for the wedding. I've been looking at dresses online and have a few that I like. The most important thing for me is that the dress is comfortable, classy, and doesn't cost a huge amount of money--I just have a personal problem with spending tons and tons of money on a wedding. I would rather put it toward our life after the wedding day itself. I think things just spiral out of control and suddenly people are spending money on things that guests won't notice or care about, and neither will the couple. We have our church, venue, and date, which are the most important things to us. Our bridal parties have been chosen and everyone has happily accepted. I want to keep in the forefront that this wedding is a celebration of Tim and me and we are blessed to have such wonderful families and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to put the worries aside. I've been taking the "day by day" mentality. Otherwise, things quickly become too overwhelming. I am attempting to focus on all that I do have--my fiance, my job (for the moment), upcoming career change, the summer, my health, friends, family, a home. It may sound trivial and Mooney-ish (people who work with me understand that allusion), but it's what is getting me through right now. I am a creature of habit and I resist change. I just hope that I am making the right decisions as I storm into the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo from http://boomerwellness.files.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-5241136263385992817?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5241136263385992817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5241136263385992817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/05/nail-biting.html' title='nail-biting'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-7808860937800635922</id><published>2010-05-24T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:01:24.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gallery.ca/images/crayons_Education_72ppi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.gallery.ca/images/crayons_Education_72ppi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I arrived at work and found out that the great state of Maryland does not have any of my certification materials. So that means I will be paying to resubmit forms, pay more money, and waste more time in the land that is educational bureaucracy. All for a piece of paper that says I'm able to teach English (something that I've been doing for the past three years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students are ready for the end of the year, which means they are not able to hand things in on time. Usually, I receive pieces of paper that have been lying in car trunks for months. That and a whole lot of excuses from both parents and kids. Do parents actually believe they can make these excuses for kids in college, or in real life? I try to make my work as meaningful as possible because I hate "busy work." But I'm starting to hate excuses more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "online" courses actually require me to test in Maryland. I am moving in less than three weeks: first to Massachusetts and then to Pennsylvania. Which means I am dropping these "online" courses and signing up for courses in Massachusetts--three accelerated courses in less than 2 months. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: It's no wonder so many people have difficulty teaching or pursing formal education. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gallery.ca/images/crayons_Education_72ppi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;photo from gallery.ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-7808860937800635922?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7808860937800635922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7808860937800635922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/05/education.html' title='education'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-1643977265879850553</id><published>2010-05-23T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T10:02:39.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/snippetandink/Weekend%20Posts/10KateSpade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/snippetandink/Weekend%20Posts/10KateSpade.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alas, I knew that this year would be busy when I started this blog. I had no idea quite how crazy it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving my teaching position and going back to school full-time to study occupational therapy in the fall. It has been a very difficult decision, complete with blood, sweat, and tears, but I think that it's a good one. Next week is my last week of teaching. It doesn't seem possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big piece of news is that Tim proposed on May 8. It was thoughtful and sweet, and we are both very happy. We are looking at an August 2011 wedding on the Cape. The above picture is from Kate Spade, posted on &lt;a href="http://snippetandink.blogspot.com/"&gt;snippet &amp;amp; ink&lt;/a&gt;, a great wedding website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes, lots to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-1643977265879850553?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1643977265879850553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1643977265879850553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh216/snippetandink/Weekend%20Posts/th_10KateSpade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-1129283483094598650</id><published>2010-04-07T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:43:37.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/S7DJxCARHvI/AAAAAAAAYO0/p-Yld-DEtSs/s1600/lisa-golightly-girl-in-yellow-suit-print-etsy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/S7DJxCARHvI/AAAAAAAAYO0/p-Yld-DEtSs/s320/lisa-golightly-girl-in-yellow-suit-print-etsy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Today was so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a difficult conversation, but I'm glad it happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate a turkey pocket and it was divine!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graded a class worth of essays. Only 77 to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studied the muscles of facial expression and mastication.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought new glasses and contacts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweated throughout this 90 degree "Spring" day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cape tomorrow! Flying back to Baltimore on Friday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bank of America called me to report suspicious activity on my credit card. That would be me, buying up flights, classes, cars (rental) and hotels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Above painting is from Portland artist Lisa Golightly of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/kikiandpolly" target="_blank"&gt;Kiki and  Polly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=43851660" target="_blank"&gt;Girl in the Yellow Suit&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/"&gt;Found on A Cup of Jo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Go buy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-1129283483094598650?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1129283483094598650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1129283483094598650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-so-busy-had-difficult-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_abGRa1b0BJc/S7DJxCARHvI/AAAAAAAAYO0/p-Yld-DEtSs/s72-c/lisa-golightly-girl-in-yellow-suit-print-etsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-1094877229693072726</id><published>2010-04-06T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:44:27.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at home, in my room...the news is on downstairs, and my mom is chopping thyme for tonight's pot roast. Soon, it will get dark and the street lamp down the street will turn on. All of this is very comforting, especially in a time of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was productive and intimidating. I enrolled for my A&amp;amp;P II summer course. I paid for our flights, car, and hotel for the wedding in Virginia, and thought more about my impending move. Tonight I will be grading papers and studying the muscular system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was good. It's a holiday that I'm starting to enjoy more as I get older. I like the symbolism and the promise of Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on reading a bit of Tobias Wolff's &lt;i&gt;Old School&lt;/i&gt; before bed tonight, after the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacations are great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-1094877229693072726?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1094877229693072726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1094877229693072726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-at-home-in-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-3617323220482708371</id><published>2010-03-31T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:47:57.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.centralpark.com/usr/photos/large/a7/cherry-blossom-tree-s-in-bloom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://www.centralpark.com/usr/photos/large/a7/cherry-blossom-tree-s-in-bloom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that tomorrow is April. It seems like it was just Christmas. This year has flown so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing quite like the first afternoon of Spring Break. Unlike many other parts of the country, Maryland was sunny and 70 degrees when I got out of work. I have spent an entire night doing nothing at all, which is an accomplishment in and of itself. Between classes, grading, and planning, it's been hard to just relax. I have lecture tomorrow night and then I'm flying home to soggy Massachusetts for a week. It'll be nice to see my family and friends. I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am going to have a glass of wine, take a hot shower, and contemplate watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.centralpark.com/usr/photos/large/a7/cherry-blossom-tree-s-in-bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo: Cherry Blossoms, Central Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-3617323220482708371?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/3617323220482708371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/3617323220482708371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-5334033382141662951</id><published>2010-03-05T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:43:48.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five senses friday'/><title type='text'>five senses friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.bilkent.edu.tr/Online/www.english.upenn.edu/jlynch/Frank/Gifs/leotorso.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://web.bilkent.edu.tr/Online/www.english.upenn.edu/jlynch/Frank/Gifs/leotorso.gif" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearing&lt;/b&gt;: Mix CDs in the car&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeing: &lt;/b&gt;An earlier sunrise, which makes the ride to work even more enjoyable&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tasting&lt;/b&gt;: Tapas and sangria on Monday in Bethesda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling&lt;/b&gt;: Strength in my arms after days of push-ups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smelling&lt;/b&gt;: Cinnamon rolls...an exercise on &lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;synesthesia today in class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;This week was pretty bad, honestly. Just a fact. Work, school, everything. I'm glad that I'll be moving on. The stress is still here but I'm trying to manage it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Anatomical drawings by Da Vinci...I'm memorizing the skeletal system this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-5334033382141662951?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5334033382141662951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5334033382141662951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/03/five-senses-friday.html' title='five senses friday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-6290071901363344298</id><published>2010-02-27T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:59:01.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good things'/><title type='text'>follow the leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/fortunecookie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://blog.craftzine.com/fortunecookie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have decided to avoid anatomy and work stuff, and just relax. The stress that I've been feeling lately is because I've been pushing myself too hard. I slept for a long time today and that helped a bit. I think I'm on the verge of getting sick and I want to prevent it, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good things:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolate-chip waffles with cherries tomorrow morning&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching &lt;i&gt;Sunday Morning &lt;/i&gt;with a cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;3. Organizing work/school stuff&lt;br /&gt;4. Going out to get some work done (Bean Hollow, maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching videos on &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt;, including Jamie Oliver's speech. It's a great website with a lot of food for thought. I'm looking forward to watching Ken Robinson's talk on how schools kill creativity. After teaching for a few years, I'd have to agree to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly literature, but... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two fortune cookies at Pei Wei last night (I eat one before dinner and one after). Interesting, considering the stuff that is going on right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"To be mature is to accept imperfections."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The simplest answer is to act."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Knitted fortune cookie photo&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/fortunecookie.jpg"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-6290071901363344298?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/6290071901363344298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/6290071901363344298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/02/follow-leader.html' title='follow the leader'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-6099600340305283739</id><published>2010-02-26T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:22:04.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five senses friday'/><title type='text'>five senses friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/FEATURES/hoving/Images/hoving5-18-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/FEATURES/hoving/Images/hoving5-18-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Long Limb" by Andrew Wyeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated in some time. Mostly because I've been very busy. I'm taking a class that consumes whatever free time I have after teaching and grading. I'm also making some important (and difficult) decisions. I'm trying not to complain since they're my choices, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This week: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearing&lt;/b&gt;: A songbird outside my window. Is Spring coming? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tasting&lt;/b&gt;: Jelly Belly conversation beans from my mom, hopefully Pei-Wei Korean Tofu tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling&lt;/b&gt;: Stress, Patagonia Monster fuzzy jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearing&lt;/b&gt;: Really good "This American Life" podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smelling&lt;/b&gt;: Strong coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A literary thought to finish this work week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mistake me, my dear.  I have a high respect for your nerves.  They  are my old friends.  I have heard you mention them with consideration  these last twenty years at least."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;--&lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice &lt;/i&gt;by Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-6099600340305283739?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/6099600340305283739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/6099600340305283739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/02/five-senses-friday_26.html' title='five senses friday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-8127837448509492424</id><published>2010-02-10T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:51:54.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>endless snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3NiNLsMdlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eHl6pJ1WSNs/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3NiNLsMdlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eHl6pJ1WSNs/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blizzard roared through Maryland today. I haven't heard totals for my area, but looking outside, it's over a foot. This is in addition to the three feet from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I am off for the entire week, until next Tuesday. It's nice. I have heat and power, so I'm more fortunate than most. Just a little cabin fever. The "Five Senses Friday" this week will be devoted to the sounds, sights, feelings, tastings, and smells of these storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3NiHfiq4RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jg-C74kiYqI/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3NiHfiq4RI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jg-C74kiYqI/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-8127837448509492424?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/8127837448509492424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/8127837448509492424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/02/endless-snow.html' title='endless snow'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3NiNLsMdlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/eHl6pJ1WSNs/s72-c/IMG_0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-1308746435071492625</id><published>2010-02-09T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:38:59.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>up late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3DsqJM6olI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UF88NcyCfM8/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3DsqJM6olI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UF88NcyCfM8/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The sunset after the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is late for me, but I had a friend over for dinner and I've been snowed in for the past few days. The Baltimore/Washington metro area received over two feet of snow over the weekend. My city has 33.8 inches, and we are expecting ten to twenty inches (quite a range) over the next couple of days. School has been canceled for today and tomorrow and we will probably be out Wednesday. It is a possibility that we will be out the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate because I have not lost power. I also live near a supermarket, so I was able to get out (barely) and pick up some food for the next few days. The plows have been out in force but there is so much snow. More snow than I have ever seen at one time. The piles on the side of the road are over 6 feet high in some places. The off/on ramps in most areas are barely passable and the roads are covered in ice. Poor Maryland---this state is struggling to keep up and clear before the next storm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went snowshoeing today at the golf course across the street. It was beautiful and eerily quiet. At one point, I thought that if something were to happen to me, no one would know. That scared me a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying and trying to get some work done. As for my students, I have emailed them but many are without power. I'm not sure when I will be returning to work--maybe next week? It's hard not to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3DtO9eC0HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TL3OKp0G740/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3DtO9eC0HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TL3OKp0G740/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;TJ shoveling, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;A little poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,&lt;br /&gt;Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air&lt;br /&gt;Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.&lt;br /&gt;The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet&lt;br /&gt;Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit&lt;br /&gt;Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed in a tumultuous privacy of storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-1308746435071492625?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1308746435071492625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/1308746435071492625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-late.html' title='up late'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3DsqJM6olI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UF88NcyCfM8/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-4438159854107348020</id><published>2010-02-05T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:00:58.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five senses friday'/><title type='text'>five senses friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2zoZJAwZrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5YT_NCAcSz0/s1600-h/hp2-5-10sc25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2zoZJAwZrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5YT_NCAcSz0/s320/hp2-5-10sc25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tasting:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Trattoria pizza on an early release day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; The "quiet" cycle on my 1980s washer and dryer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; The&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/local.html?hpid=topnews"&gt; blizzard &lt;/a&gt;outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Warm, woolen socks and down comforters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smelling:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Slow-Cooker-Beef-Stroganoff-I/Reviews.aspx"&gt;Comfort food&lt;/a&gt; in the Crock-Pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Hunkering down for the storm. 20-30 inches expected for the Baltimore-Washington area. I've got my shovel, lots of good food, Scrabble, some wine, and TJ. Should be a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo: A snowball fight in Logan Circle. (Nikki Kahn/Post), www.washingtonpost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-4438159854107348020?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/4438159854107348020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/4438159854107348020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/02/five-senses-friday.html' title='five senses friday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2zoZJAwZrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5YT_NCAcSz0/s72-c/hp2-5-10sc25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2517857023978825870</id><published>2010-02-03T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:35:45.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hemingway'/><title type='text'>morning light</title><content type='html'>Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2mG6jOrRKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mi4Y5Myiikw/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2mG6jOrRKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mi4Y5Myiikw/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2mHE4LO_sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nYVwBPtsGwo/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2mHE4LO_sI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nYVwBPtsGwo/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Snow day in Maryland today. The trees are all covered and the plow is backing up outside. I love waking early to the early morning sunlight. It is worth missing an extra hour of sleep to sit in my chair, read, and drink a cup of coffee as the light shifts throughout the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The light today is weak, produced by a sun that can barely get through the clouds. I am looking forward to a leisurely day: new glasses, anatomy homework, grading at Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Winter, according to Hemingway, in &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780684824994-5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Moveable Feast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would be spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2517857023978825870?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2517857023978825870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2517857023978825870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-light.html' title='morning light'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2mG6jOrRKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mi4Y5Myiikw/s72-c/IMG_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2832340508979827432</id><published>2010-01-31T08:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:39:46.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>sunday mornings</title><content type='html'>There's really nothing more beautiful than reading as the morning sun filters in through the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/11441/Morning%20Sunlight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/11441/Morning%20Sunlight.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration for a project on imagery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"&gt;"From now on, on your way to school, or on your way home, find something beautiful to notice. It doesn't have to be something you see it could be a scent - perhaps of freshly baked bread wafting out of someone's house, or it could be the sound of the breeze slightly rustling the leaves in the trees, or the way the morning light catches the autumn leaf as it falls gently to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;Please look for these things, and cherish them. For, although it may sound trite to some, these things are the stuff of life. The little things we are put here on earth to enjoy. The things we often take for granted. We must make it important to notice them, for at any time...it can all be taken away. &lt;br /&gt;The class was completely quiet. We all picked up our books and filed out of the room silently. That afternoon, I noticed more things on my way home from school than I had that whole semester. &lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, I think of that teacher and remember what an impression she made on all of us, and I try to appreciate all of those things that sometimes we all overlook. Take notice of something special you see on your lunch hour today. Go barefoot. Or walk on the beach at sunset. Stop off on the way home tonight to get a double-dip ice cream cone. &lt;br /&gt;For as we get older, it is not the things we did that we often regret, but the things we didn't do. Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=2"&gt;Anon.&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;u&gt;from a story The Teacher (A Powerful Lesson)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start imagery journals next week. One day of recording "seeing, hearing, feeling, tasting, and smelling." It should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo: Painting by Edward Hopper, can be found &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/11441/Morning%2520Sunlight.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://jessicanessicas-gallery.buzzsugar.com/130162&amp;amp;usg=__m1CC1VSE0Z6JosGwE6K-bCLyCW4=&amp;amp;h=273&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=16&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=16&amp;amp;tbnid=D6JDXsen4T1rZM:&amp;amp;tbnh=85&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmorning%2Bsunlight%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2832340508979827432?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2832340508979827432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2832340508979827432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-mornings.html' title='sunday mornings'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-5132263200869019153</id><published>2010-01-29T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:26:50.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five senses friday'/><title type='text'>five senses friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2MYywHtpII/AAAAAAAAAH0/xNODEjTmDgE/s1600-h/2009_04_24-BaconPops02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2MYywHtpII/AAAAAAAAAH0/xNODEjTmDgE/s320/2009_04_24-BaconPops02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Bacon pops (cream cheese, goat cheese, thyme, and lots of bacon. On a stick.) Bringing them to the ball party. You can see the apartment therapy article &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/good-questions/what-ballshaped-foods-can-i-take-to-a-theme-party-good-questions-106326"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: The chatter of the English department. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The sunrises this week. Beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: The lightness of my hair just after a cut. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smelling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Peppermint tea. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Busy weekend ahead. Anatomy and Physiology I begins tomorrow and I have the orientation for my online Abnormal Psychology class. Party tomorrow night. Hopefully some time to relax and play Scrabble on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Have a nice Friday and a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-5132263200869019153?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5132263200869019153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5132263200869019153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-senses-friday_29.html' title='five senses friday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S2MYywHtpII/AAAAAAAAAH0/xNODEjTmDgE/s72-c/2009_04_24-BaconPops02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-5303620902291824654</id><published>2010-01-28T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:45:45.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><title type='text'>J.D. Salinger</title><content type='html'>Rest in Peace,&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/29/books/29salinger.html?hp"&gt;J.D. Salinger&lt;/a&gt;. A man who did things his way, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terebess.hu/english/img/salinger2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.terebess.hu/english/img/salinger2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-5303620902291824654?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5303620902291824654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5303620902291824654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/jd-salinger.html' title='J.D. Salinger'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-7075407735191889408</id><published>2010-01-26T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:28:40.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>but my favorite food is pancakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolsnotebook.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/blue-like-jazz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://carolsnotebook.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/blue-like-jazz.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780785263708-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Donald Miller over winter break. I was also listening to his newest work,&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/18-9780785213062-0"&gt; &lt;i&gt;A Thousand Miles in a Million Years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as an audiobook. This post, however, will deal mostly with &lt;i&gt;Blue Like Jazz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading books about religion and society. The subtitle of &lt;i&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/i&gt; is "Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality." This seems like a misnomer. The book is almost entirely devoted to religious thought on Christian spirituality, in mostly an evangelical sense. There were parts of the book that I liked and other aspects that I could have done without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think Laura was looking for something rational, because she believed that all things that were true were rational. But that isn't the case. Love, for example, is a true emotion, but it's not rational. What I mean is, people actually feel it. Love cannot be proven scientifically. Neither can beauty. Light cannot be proved scientifically, and yet we all believe in light and by light see all things. There are plenty of things that are true that don't make any sense. I think one of the problems Laura was having was that she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like the whole idea of accepting things that can't necessarily be proven scientifically. Belief in various ideas and concepts is very difficult for me. I like to understand the rationale and logic behind ideas. I like "proof." Many people believe that religion is pitted against intellectualism, because people that believe in God cannot "prove" his existence. And yet there are other things, such as beauty and love, that we cannot prove, justify, or quantify. Hence the metaphysical poets (we are studying Donne in Brit Lit right now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.filedby.com/bookimg/0785/9780785223399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.filedby.com/bookimg/0785/9780785223399.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller's newest book, &lt;i&gt;A Thousand Miles in a Million Years&lt;/i&gt;, is more my style and I highly recommend it. It is more of a "why am I here and why does it matter" type of book. In one memoir, he addresses religion, the Tour de France, living life as a story, cancer, riding a bike across the country, and consciousness. He does a pretty good job, in my opinion. I haven't read his arguably most famous book, &lt;i&gt;Searching for God Knows What&lt;/i&gt;, but I plan on reading it fairly soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller, on love and acceptance in &lt;i&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can't do it. It would be like, say, trying to fall in love with somebody, or trying to convince yourself that your favorite food is pancakes. You don't decide those things, they just happen to you..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-7075407735191889408?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7075407735191889408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7075407735191889408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-my-favorite-food-is-pancakes.html' title='but my favorite food is pancakes...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-7114997794408002223</id><published>2010-01-20T15:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:33:43.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A Certain Chill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Barry Trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though months ahead, June's sunny days&lt;br /&gt;Now make me feel a certain chill.&lt;br /&gt;The eighty essays on my desk&lt;br /&gt;Appear and fade beneath a gaze&lt;br /&gt;Now vacant, pen poised but paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;Just how could four and forty years&lt;br /&gt;Soft sift through time's so narrow straits&lt;br /&gt;With such amazing speed?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not still the nervous grad&lt;br /&gt;Once charged to teach some Frost and grammar&lt;br /&gt;To freshmen restless for the weekend's &lt;br /&gt;Dance or date? Or coach the failures &lt;br /&gt;How to find some sense in Shakespeare's &lt;br /&gt;Arcane verse or Steinbeck's prose?&lt;br /&gt;There were some failures in my teaching &lt;br /&gt;Too, of course.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Successes taste&lt;br /&gt;Much sweeter, more fulfilling then.&lt;br /&gt;Each memory is a name or a face&lt;br /&gt;Still vivid after eight or ten&lt;br /&gt;Or thirty-three or forty years.&lt;br /&gt;I push aside the paper labeled&lt;br /&gt;Pension Plan, for June is months &lt;br /&gt;And months or even years away.&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn to patient essays now&lt;br /&gt;And lesson plans and grades updates.&lt;br /&gt;June is still so very far away,&lt;br /&gt;And I have much to do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;One of the best teachers retired today. The type of teacher that you wish you had, the type of teacher you wish you could be, and the type of teacher that you rarely find in current schools. When I said goodbye to him today, my heart hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he&amp;nbsp;writes in the introduction, "We have moments when prose can never describe our feelings because a special moment is so far from prosaic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem reminds me that even&amp;nbsp;great teachers have tiring days. It's a nice reminder at the end of the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;poem from &lt;i&gt;Sparks&amp;nbsp;from the&amp;nbsp;Anvil&lt;/i&gt; by Barry J. Trick. Bogota-San Juan: Argueso &amp;amp; Garzon Editores, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-7114997794408002223?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7114997794408002223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/7114997794408002223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/certain-chill-by-barry-trick-though.html' title='saying goodbye'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-979251103470516555</id><published>2010-01-18T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:04:39.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this and that'/><title type='text'>this and that, weekend edition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S1S-DIajZOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N3hQ3GmFjfs/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S1S-DIajZOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N3hQ3GmFjfs/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This weekend:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to &lt;a href="http://politics-prose.com/"&gt;Politics and Prose&lt;/a&gt;, followed by &lt;a href="http://www.postalmuseum.si.edu/educators/4b_curriculum.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Then the great Owney debate. Is it really him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three games of &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/scrabble/en_US/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. "Bombe" won big (thanks, &lt;a href="http://barefootcontessa.com/"&gt;Ina&lt;/a&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of &lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Category_-49999486?top=Y"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for S, and &lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/Category_-49998976?top=Y"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (for me). Classy and inexpensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A busy week ahead. Grades close on Wednesday, have to buy my Anatomy books on Wednesday, final week of OT, crazy schedule at work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only now people have decided to experience it [life] not in books and pictures but in themselves, not as an abstraction but in practice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;--Boris Pasternak, &lt;i&gt;Dr. Zhivago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-979251103470516555?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/979251103470516555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/979251103470516555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-and-that-weekend-edition.html' title='this and that, weekend edition.'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S1S-DIajZOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N3hQ3GmFjfs/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-3811160889874792798</id><published>2010-01-15T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:03:24.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow's Toussaints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kalamu ya Salaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Haiti, a state&lt;br /&gt;slaves snatched from surprised masters,&lt;br /&gt;its high lands, home of this&lt;br /&gt;world's sole successful&lt;br /&gt;slave revolt. Haiti, where&lt;br /&gt;freedom has flowered and flown&lt;br /&gt;fascinating like long necked&lt;br /&gt;flamingoes gracefully feeding&lt;br /&gt;on snails in small pinkish&lt;br /&gt;sunset colored sequestered ponds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the meanness&lt;br /&gt;and meagerness of life&lt;br /&gt;eked out of eroding soil&lt;br /&gt;and from exploited urban toil, there&lt;br /&gt;is still so much beauty here in this&lt;br /&gt;land where the sea sings roaring a shore&lt;br /&gt;and fecund fertile hills lull and roll&lt;br /&gt;quasi human in form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is beauty here&lt;br /&gt;in the unyielding way&lt;br /&gt;our people,&lt;br /&gt;colored charcoal, and&lt;br /&gt;banana beige, and &lt;br /&gt;shifting subtle shades&lt;br /&gt;of ripe mango, or strongly&lt;br /&gt;brown-black, sweet&lt;br /&gt;as the such from &lt;br /&gt;sun scorched staffs&lt;br /&gt;of sugar cane,&lt;br /&gt;have decided&lt;br /&gt;we shall survive&lt;br /&gt;we will live on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a peasant pauses&lt;br /&gt;clear black eyes&lt;br /&gt;searching far out over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;the hoe motionless, suspended&lt;br /&gt;in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of all this shit and suffering&lt;br /&gt;forced to bend low&lt;br /&gt;still we stop and stand&lt;br /&gt;and dream and believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shall be released&lt;br /&gt;we shall be released&lt;br /&gt;for what slaves&lt;br /&gt;have done&lt;br /&gt;slaves can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that begets&lt;br /&gt;the beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slaves can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Please consider donating to the relief effort. A list of organizations can be found &lt;a href="http://thelede.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/01/13/haiti-disaster-relief-how-to-contribute/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Iron Flowers: A Poetic Report on a Visit to Haiti&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Kalamu ya Salaam. Published in New Orleans in 1979.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-3811160889874792798?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/3811160889874792798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/3811160889874792798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrows-toussaints-by-kalamu-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-4566922654714020420</id><published>2010-01-11T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:02:08.347-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>not needing all the words</title><content type='html'>A photo and poem to start the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0uYP30yMEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rgMi8gXR9dw/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0uYP30yMEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rgMi8gXR9dw/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;BIRCH BARK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(for George Whalley)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after the storm on Birch Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the island bristles. Rock. Leaves still falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, in the hour after lightning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we release the canoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purer than the silence of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paddle touches itself. We move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the blind mercury, feel the muscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;within the river, the blade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weave in dark water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now each casual word is precisely chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed from bow to stern, as if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaning back to pass a canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are echoes, repercussions of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in absolute landscape,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among names that fold in onto themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To circle the island means witnessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue grey dust of a heron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;released out of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dialogue slides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more than friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old song we break into &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not needing all the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are past naming the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reflections are never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without us, without the exhaustion &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of water and trees after storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;from &lt;i&gt;The Cinnamon Peeler: Selected Poems&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Ondaatje. New York: Vintage International, 1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-4566922654714020420?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/4566922654714020420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/4566922654714020420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-needing-all-words.html' title='not needing all the words'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0uYP30yMEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rgMi8gXR9dw/s72-c/IMG_0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-5669037558040639134</id><published>2010-01-08T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:12:49.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five senses friday'/><title type='text'>five senses friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0f44va9W2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/McKKdLMKVnc/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0f44va9W2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/McKKdLMKVnc/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love living in a state where an inch of powder warrants a two hour delay. Sleeping in until 7:45 feels amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for &lt;a href="http://abbytrysagain.typepad.com/abbytryagain/"&gt;Five Senses Friday&lt;/a&gt;. This is a valuable exercise--I often have my students make this list as a warm-up before class begins. Imagery appeals to all the senses, not just to the sense of sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1/8/2010:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smelling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The sharp, almost startling, smell of cold air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The rush of heat through the vents and the persistent hum of my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My down comforter, cold feet, and a dull headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tasting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The strong, burnt taste of rewarmed Peet's coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/family.aspx?c=637&amp;amp;f=12967#ReviewsHeader"&gt;This waffle maker.&lt;/a&gt; Wish I could buy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend: Exercise, FAFSA and other financial aid forms, grading, and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Update&lt;/i&gt;: I bought the waffle iron! I found it for much less on Amazon, with free shipping. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-5669037558040639134?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5669037558040639134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/5669037558040639134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-senses-friday.html' title='five senses friday'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0f44va9W2I/AAAAAAAAAHc/McKKdLMKVnc/s72-c/IMG_0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2304450179574959356</id><published>2010-01-05T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:19:04.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>happiness is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"My search is over. I've logged tens of thousands of miles. I endured the noon darkness of Iceland and the solid heat of Qatar, the persnickety functionality of Switzerland and the utter unpredictability of India. I survived a coup lite, savored minor breakthroughs, and mourned the loss of a Ridiculously Expensive Pen. I may have saved the life of one dumb bug. I smoked Moroccan hash and ate rotten shark. I even quit coffee, for awhile."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above quotation is from the epilogue of Eric Weiner's &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/17-9780446698894-0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Places in the World&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; The major premise is that Weiner, an international correspondent for NPR, travels to roughly twelve countries to see what makes people happy or unhappy. He has some surprising and enlightening results, which he outlines in his epilogue (below): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I am no philosopher, so here goes: Money matters, but less than we think and not in the way that we think. Family is important. So are friends. Envy is toxic. So is excessive thinking. Beaches are optional. Trust is not. Neither is gratitude."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first chapter was a little slow-going. However, after the chapter on the Netherlands, the book became very interesting. My favorite chapters included happiness (or unhappiness) in Bhutan, Qatar, and Iceland.&amp;nbsp; Moldova, one of the unhappiest countries in the world, is missing key elements that make other countries happy, such as trust, and gratitude (the only good thing about Moldova, according to a Peace Corps volunteer, is the fresh fruits and vegetables). The rampant envy and corruption also make people unhappy. In Iceland, failure brings happiness. In Qatar, happiness is "a winning lottery ticket." Overall, it is a funny book and one of my favorites from 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-4.powells.com/cgi-bin/imageDB.cgi?isbn=9780446698894" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://content-4.powells.com/cgi-bin/imageDB.cgi?isbn=9780446698894" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://powells.com/s?header=Search+Form&amp;amp;kw=the+geography+of+bliss"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Geography of Bliss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Eric Weiner&lt;br /&gt;Published by Twelve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2304450179574959356?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2304450179574959356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2304450179574959356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-is.html' title='happiness is...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2459756911691009291</id><published>2010-01-04T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:53:55.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vermont'/><title type='text'>one week ago...</title><content type='html'>We were &lt;a href="http://boltonnordic.wordpress.com/programs-and-lessons/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0KZFbi5U8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/knHrktOCZbU/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0KZFbi5U8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/knHrktOCZbU/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2459756911691009291?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2459756911691009291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2459756911691009291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-week-ago.html' title='one week ago...'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S0KZFbi5U8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/knHrktOCZbU/s72-c/IMG_0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507017619014140527.post-2321979107733158656</id><published>2010-01-03T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:29:51.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>an experiment</title><content type='html'>I have resurrected this blog a few times now, but I have a new idea for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don't experience new year angst. I don't like resolutions that are impossible to attain, making promises that are destined to be broken, and wallowing in self-pity and loathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I have decided to analyze my everyday life through photos, poetry, and prose. As a literature teacher, I have some experience with the latter. However, the photos and (surprisingly enough) poetry are works in progress. I will try to keep up with this experiment throughout 2010. I don't known exactly what I hope to get out of this--maybe nothing will come of it at all--but I hope to inspire myself and others along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is John Updike's view on literature and experiencing life. I wrote about this piece from NPR's "This I Believe" around this time last year, shortly after Updike's death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A person believes various things at various times, even on the same day. At the age of 73, I seem most instinctively to believe in the human value of creative writing, whether in the form of verse or fiction, as a mode of truth-telling, self-expression and homage to the twin miracles of creation and consciousness. The special value of these indirect methods of communication -- as opposed to the value of factual reporting and analysis -- is one of precision. Oddly enough, the story or poem brings us closer to the actual texture and intricacy of experience. In fiction, imaginary people become realer to us than any named celebrity glimpsed in a series of rumored events, whose causes and subtler ramifications must remain in the dark. An invented figure like Anna Karenina or Emma Bovary emerges fully into the light of understanding, which brings with it identification, sympathy and pity. I find in my own writing that only fiction -- and rarely, a poem -- fully tests me to the kind of limits of what I know and what I feel. In composing even such a frank and simple account as this profession of belief, I must fight against the sensation that I am simplifying and exploiting my own voice. I also believe, instinctively, if not very cogently, in the American political experiment, which I take to be, at bottom, a matter of trusting the citizens to know their own minds and best interests. "To govern with the consent of the governed": this spells the ideal. And though the implementation will inevitably be approximate and debatable, and though totalitarianism or technocratic government can obtain some swift successes, in the end, only a democracy can enlist a people's energies on a sustained and renewable basis. To guarantee the individual maximum freedom within a social frame of minimal laws ensures -- if not happiness -- its hopeful pursuit. Cosmically, I seem to be of two minds. The power of materialist science to explain everything -- from the behavior of the galaxies to that of molecules, atoms and their sub-microscopic components -- seems to be inarguable and the principal glory of the modern mind. On the other hand, the reality of subjective sensations, desires and -- may we even say -- illusions, composes the basic substance of our existence, and religion alone, in its many forms, attempts to address, organize and placate these. I believe, then, that religious faith will continue to be an essential part of being human, as it has been for me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507017619014140527-2321979107733158656?l=photospoetryprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2321979107733158656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507017619014140527/posts/default/2321979107733158656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://photospoetryprose.blogspot.com/2010/01/experiment.html' title='an experiment'/><author><name>Alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09030113962695526701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ssKyaO1rbiY/S3Dx1zf5agI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ZwiR0pNTSD8/S220/IMG_0394.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
