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So, I meant to post about how yesterday's teaching went: the first day of "real" class.

In short: golden.

I was in the zone (or on the ball, or whatever positive trope you want to insert here), the students were responding and talking and bringing up new points, which I (or they) would run with--I had fun. It was debate time, in some ways. Although, I didn't make a whole lot of points of my own, and instead simply proposed new questions for them to consider. And managed to insert further info about how the class will go and assignments they'll be doing and such quite smoothly into the course of the discussion.

So, yeah. I rule. And now I'll never be able to do it again.
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In and out (if at all) for the next week or so. Have a good holiday season, folks.
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Here's the (another) obligatory note about the cutting-back of the friends list. I mentioned it earlier, and never really got around to it.

So here it is. If you are thin-skinned and get offended, rest assured my intent was never to hurt anyone's feelings. I will still check up on some of you, but 80 or more pages daily is just not working out.

If I haven't been updating, it's because I'm busy and often utterly sapped. Apologies to those who give a shit about hearing from me.
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So I check my Junk Mail folder, in the off chance someone I know ended up in it (it happens occasionally). I see an "Eleni" and I immediately think it might be [livejournal.com profile] dreamchord (I know, that's not quite right, but hell. I'm not really paying attention). The subject is "english on you i use must." I think that might be some kind of joke, since I sure as hell find it funny.

It is.

Message follows:
"Hallo,
I wanting to meet man from West Europe/North America/Asian?
Men in mine Country not so well.
(URL deleted)"

lived for

Aug. 22nd, 2002 10:13 am
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I wonder.

Will I ever look back on this time and say, "this is what I lived for"?

How about "I was proud of myself at that time"?

Or "I miss those days"?

somehow, I doubt it.

gearing

Aug. 22nd, 2002 09:47 am
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Ah. Skip=40 daily, instead of up to skip=180 daily.

But I'm still not satisfied. (I'm never satisfied) When online life interferes with the solid, keeps you from getting the solid life settled and put away, something has to change. (that's not even considering the mental life)

Now to the mundane: I finished the Harry Potter books, my only "free" reading of the summer. Sad. Now I have to read the books I'll be teaching in less than a week. And, of course, construct a syllabus. Again, I have until Sunday.

*short laugh*

Wish me luck, would you?
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After reading over a thousand friends pages in the space of a day and a half, I have concluded that I will be forced to cut down on the good ol' friends list. By the time school starts, there's no way I'll have time to keep up with everyone/thing that I do now. I'll be slowly cutting down over the next couple of weeks. This doesn't mean I like any of you less or more, but just means I need convenience, for the sake of my time and sanity. I in no way mean to offend.

My time away has also made me wonder: am I really needed here? Do I really need to be here? Why do I post, and read? Is this voyeurism, or appreciation for art in its simplist form (life)? For that matter, would anyone really miss me if I just up and left this place? (these are idle. there's no need to answer, or really be concerned.)
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I'm around again. I don't want to say much, but there is much I have to say (which is unusual, in some ways).

I just finished going through 980+ past friends entries (which is the limit), so if I missed something from near the beginning of my absence, I apologize.

I'm in my head now. Things there won't emerge for some time.

Don't worry: I'll keep you posted.
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Kind of back? But I leave on Wednesday for "vacation." So I'll be in and out.
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"Silence is sexy." - Einst├╝rzende Neubaten
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For the sake of your freedom and others, please go read this:

http://www.commondreams.org/views02/0714-06.htm
Excerpt:
"The other day, in an open letter to their compatriots and the world, almost 100 of America's most distinguished names in art, literature and education wrote this:

'Let it not be said that people in the United States did nothing when their government declared a war without limit and instituted stark new measures of repression. We believe that questioning, criticism and dissent must be valued and protected. Such rights are always contested and must be fought for. We, too, watched with shock the horrific events of September 11. But the mourning had barely begun when our leaders launched a spirit of revenge. The government now openly prepares to wage war on Iraq - a country that has no connection with September 11.

'We say this to the world. Too many times in history people have waited until it was too late to resist. We draw on the inspiration of those who fought slavery and all those other great causes of freedom that began with dissent. We call on all like-minded people around the world to join us.'


It is time we joined them."
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After I had released my class for the day, I took the bus to where I had parked. At one stop, I saw one of my students talking with a very animated little elderly lady. Whatever they were talking about, she believed fiercely in, since she was gesturing as if she thought she could swim through the conversation if she waved her arms fast enough.

It's refreshing to see one of your students (this one from the Bronx and has been absent 8 out of our 10 meetings so far) become so involved (and he was) with what I must assume is a near total stranger in a small town. I know he only arrived on campus this summer, and I've seen the lady around for far longer than he's been here.

This makes me wonder about life experience and teaching in general )
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"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it."

- Ursula K. LeGuin "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas" 1975

Why is it?

May. 16th, 2002 05:18 pm
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Every time I get close to the answer--every time I get close to me--the landscape twists.

And I'm facing my back again.
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#1 Ashlea
#2 Kiwi
#3 Sarah
#4 D
#5 W2
#6 Whitney
#7 Arielle

Technomancy test here, which I got from jurhael and, obviously, Mancer.net.

I just wish there were more info on them there: which answer indicated which one, etc.
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I was all ready to swear the mailman just skips us on Mondays.

And then I realized that for normal people (or at least our government), today is a holiday.

Bah.

Damn you!

Feb. 16th, 2002 12:50 pm
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Damn you all to hell!



This update brought to you by the letters P and Q.
As in, mind yours.

Mist

Feb. 10th, 2002 08:13 pm
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I had something to say. I'm uncertain if I can express it.

Something about the way mist creeps over the mountains when it rains here. Something about the way it rolls down valleys.

Something about how seeing the hills peek their dark heads out of the grey is inspiring.

Something about how it all begins to blend together: endless grey stretching out in front of you, even though you know there's no way to stretch in front of you. In the Midwest, yeah. It can go for miles and miles. Here? You'd be stopped by a range or two fairly quickly.

But it still looks deep, enveloping. Like it could pick you up and cradle you. Like reaching out and not realizing there's a pane of glass between you and what you're reaching for.

Mixed imagery? Maybe. But no less true.
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