Hello from Richmond, I would like to take credit for the title, but it is something I heard someone say on NPR the other day, and it stuck with me. I think what causes me pause is to ask a question of whether one could always make such an argument or whether the degree toContinue reading “The World is a Provocative Place”
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Where has 40 years gone?
Hello from Fog and Flame, While many feel there is a let down after the holidays, and there is some truth to that reality. However, the first part of February is, for me, a time of memories and events which have shaped my life in more ways than I am readily aware. The subconscious consequence ofContinue reading “Where has 40 years gone?”
Attempting to understand what appears to be absurdity, but perhaps isn’t
Hello from my getting home after a long . . . I am not sure if it has been a long couple days, a long month, a long campaign, or seeming to be perhaps a long life. That is my perception of both the election, the campaign, and certainly what will be a terrific amountContinue reading “Attempting to understand what appears to be absurdity, but perhaps isn’t”
Slowing Down
Good early morning, It is barely 4:00 a.m. And I have been awake a bit more than an hour. In the past couple of weeks I have been in bed more times than I can remember before 8:30 at night. It does mean that I wake up earlier than I might wish, but that is perhapsContinue reading “Slowing Down”
Fearing the Unknown
Good morning, Is early morning as I begin to write this, it’s not quite 4:00 a.m. and I am sitting in Hazelton out in the street because I’m early and I do not want to get the Galáns up before they’re ready. I am headed to the airport to fly back to Wisconsin. This isContinue reading “Fearing the Unknown”
A Day in Infamy
Good morning on Monday of Finals Week, I am quite sure for graduating seniors this last set of undergraduate finals has a very different feel to them than the first semester freshmen who are experiencing the week for the first time. I remember attempting to take finals after by brother passed away the previous week.Continue reading “A Day in Infamy”
Somos todos los Immigrantes
Buenos días de mi oficina a principios de una ruptura de Acción de gracias (Dzień dobry z mojego biura na początku przerwy Dziękczynienia or صباح الخير من مكتبي في بداية عطلة عيد الشكر، or Bonjour de mon bureau au départ d’une pause de Thanksgiving,), I realize this is quite the salutation for a beginning ofContinue reading “Somos todos los Immigrantes”
Flying
Good early morning, On Friday afternoon, I allowed my Foundations students the opportunity to be outside for class as It was an in-class writing day. It was actually a phenomenal day weather-wise, which typified the week (which is surprising because it was fair week here), but as I made my way around the quad speakingContinue reading “Flying”
Four Score (no); Seven Years (yes)
Hello from 35,000 feet, I am headed to Placerville and probably over Nebraska somewhere as I compose this post. It was seven years ago I spent my first real time in El Dorado County. It was the point where I fell in love with the art of enology and with what happens in the wineryContinue reading “Four Score (no); Seven Years (yes)”
Things that make me go . . .
Good morning from the balcony, As I have begun my last three days, I am up and on the balcony just relaxing, yet pondering, and writing. I am thinking that this practice of writing first thing in the morning should become a habit. I am reminded of my comprehensive exams chair, Dale Sullivan. That wasContinue reading “Things that make me go . . .”
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