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 |    Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| ** Image ID #1150221 Unavailable ** Paper cut Words slide across the surface, a slice of venomous brush that cuts the heart and liver leaving only guts of what once was, what will never regain our trust. On edge it slides into a crack, small enough to hide within a cookie, misfortune in an envelope, no hope that it will disappear into thin air, it gloats. And lies lost in piles of notes or locked inside some wooden box like long forgotten luck until the time its poison's needed to inflict a paper cut. [164.55] 07-05-1 My Life I spent yesterday studying Geology: cratons, stromatolites, orogeny, tectonics, the blue clays of Russia; the joining of the Bear Plate and Slave Plate, of Baltica and Amorica; and by-the-way where are the bygone meadows that flanked the heights of Caledonia and Acadia and what now remains of Avalon? Although there is a trace of by-gone eras in the geologic memory of this moldy orange we call home what will remain of us if not leather, ash and bone? Today was cool, 62 at the moment and rainy, spent the hours indoors.  I finished reading Mistletoe Man by Susan Wittig Albert and came up with the idea of writing a poem "one boob ruby" or "ruby-one-breast" to honor her character, Ruby, who audaciously approaches breast cancer choices on page 162 (Chapter 10) with:"I have a choice, and I choose mastectomy." She grinned suddenly and raised her clenched fist in a salute. "Off with the boob! On with the rest of my life!" There is also a delicious scene where she scares off a saleslady "in her one-shouldered tunic, and her henna painted chest." IMAGES Around the room: uncomfortable couch (made for minutes not hours ... sitting not lounging); lint covered blanket (needs a good Spring washing, it does); smooth glossy windowsill; cold feet (hmmm ... socks?); sticky computer screen; crinkled aluminum foil; thin, soft sheet; an ultra-soft blanket used as a drape; accordion slide of the a/c unit. Response (partial, edited) to Mavis Moog  re her blog entry Eye Queue:My spatial ability is very high 97+ at least; my mechanical less, ~80%; my IQ around 135. I was tracked in school which may have been better academically, but something which in general I despised. Yes, I'm more intelligent than most, except in this college community where I'm more like average. I would agree that using IQ as a tool is useful. It helps understand some of the challenges the gifted are faced with as well. It's why I take personality tests. They are tools. If I were to tell you my IQ is top 2%, that I'm ENFP, "intense", "avoidant", balanced-brained, left-handed, have poor eye-hand coordination, am easily distracted, audio-visual, that touching grounds me and fragrances send me to the land of dreams ... I would be giving you, as teacher, a number of clues as to which tools work best with me. As a teacher you would be wise to use them. Unfortunately, in schools here it is easier to just label broadly and this continues in the workplace where people are not always matched with the appropriate job. 18,785 views 05-02 |
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