Friday, September 26, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
"...There are days when the whole world
feels like somebody else’s collection.
Even your hands. ..."
From "Drifting" by Shirley Kaufman
The rehearsal presentation for the paper I am to give in two weeks for these folks went well, and I was glad to hear that my nervousness didn't show.
After, two of my friends and I went out for a post-rehearsal snack. And now, here I sit at the keyboard, thinking about the essay I need to write tomorrow.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
"...Early on, distant relations kept calling.
Now, nothing: sound of water
tippling a seawall. ..."
From "Radio Crackling, Radio Gone" by Lisa Olstein
All's fine in Central Texas post-Ike...but not (yet) for my friends in Galveston and Houston. Thanks, all y'all, for your care and concern. Stay dry.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
"... I hear the vacant rain before it falls.
It's like the murmur of a spiraled shell. ..."
From "The Dowser's Ear" by Wilmer Mills
Yes, Hurricane Ike is coming to visit.
I believe we're in for at least some heavy rain and wind in Central Texas.
Please keep my friends and neighbors on the Gulf Coast in your thoughts.
I'll post again once the storm clears.
Update 9/13 10:41am
Windy but not badly so, and overcast, here in the Austin area -- see how wide Texas is to get an idea of how large Ike is.
The storm center seems to have nudged further east as it smacked into the coast, so not as much going on in Central Texas as we thought might. No heavy rain, all is well so far.
However, I have friends who left Galveston to stay in Central Texas through Ike, and am hoping their home is not too badly damaged. Will meet them for brunch tomorrow and hear more.
Just FYI, a Twitter feed from a Galveston-based reporter.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Things are dry enough here that flipping a wet rock was more likely to uncover some critters.
Hoodwinked! The yellowing foliage tells the tale -- the plants hadn't grown around the rock, the rock had been placed among the plants.
Flip it back.
Oh foo, I couldn't get it in exactly the right place. As I stretched and tried not to slip into the scum, I noticed some glassily invisible fish no bigger than my pinkie-nail, and one very tiny black fish baby, scatter.
Well. A typical beige limestone-flat scum; what is that plant, I wonder?
Back way up.
No more flippin' flipping -- people wandering around. As the couple off in the distance passed by, I could hear them discussing her finances. Their dog was listening to the mockingbirds instead.
"Maybe no one can distinguish which voice
Is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk
Because he calls with the same rising frequency,
The same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use..."
From "The Creation of the Inaudible" by Pattiann Rogers
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KatDoc’s World (Ohio, USA)
Notes from the Cloud Messenger (Ontario, Canada)
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osage + orange (Illinois, USA)
Rock Paper Lizard (British Columbia, Canada)
The Crafty H (Virginia, USA)
Chicken Spaghetti (Connecticut, USA)
A Passion for Nature (New York, USA)
The Dog Geek (Virginia, USA)
Blue Ridge blog (North Carolina, USA)
Bug Girl’s Blog (Midwestern US)
Riverside Rambles (Missouri, USA)
Pines Above Snow(Maryland, USA)
Beth’s stories (Maine, USA)
A Honey of an Anklet (Virginia, USA)
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Wanderin’ Weeta (British Columbia, Canada)
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Roundrock Journal (Missouri, USA)
The New Dharma Bums (California, USA)
The Marvelous in Nature (Ontario, Canada)
Via Negativa (Pennsylvania, USA)
Mrs. Gray’s class, Beatty-Warren Middle School (Pennsylvania, USA)
Cicero Sings (British Columbia, Canada)
Pocahontas County Fair (West Virginia, USA)