"...the first whit of alpha, the first
jot of bearing, beneath the riling
sun the first nourishing of self."
From "Address: the Archaeans, One Cell Creatures" by Pattiann Rogers
Scant time to find and catch pixels to share.
Scant time to post.
Scant time for a respite -- husband is going in for some medical tests today.
Scant time afterwards -- work and schoolwork piling up, plus a business trip next week.
S'can't go on at this pace, but it do, don't it?
Friday, January 23, 2009
"As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
I look down into the street and see people, each walking with an inner peace,
And envy them..."
From "The Instruction Manual" by John Ashbery
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
"...when he saw some archaeology,
he had a feeling of
homeland. As if he were in his house. ..."
From "Memories Are a House" by Avot Yeshurun
Translated by Leon Wieseltier
Thanks, all, for your care and concern -- my mom is now back home, and this week has been so far a bit less eventful than the last. (Whew!)
I have hopes of carving out more picture time this weekend...stay tuned for more!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
"...I had the new books—words, numbers,
and operations with numbers I did not
From "Three Songs at the End of Summer" by Jane Kenyon
Back, and tired.
My mom went to the hospital, was released from the hospital, then went back into the hospital, but is getting better.
Part of my team at work was reassigned to another department; it happened while I was out dealing with parent schtuff, and required many conference calls.
School starts next week.
I was accepted to present my Giotto paper here! Yay!
And I am once again staple-free. (I seem to have a new one of these as a result.)
I think I want a "do-over" on this supposed vacation.
What do you think -- should I go here, or here?
If the second choice, I can stay with friends...the first will set me back some $$ I may need for things like traveling to present papers.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
"...we are windows propped up against the sky,
quotations of light waiting to sail
into your aperture, calling because because
and now now now. ..."
From "Not That It Could Be Finished" by Ann Lauterbach
Heading out, staples and all, to visit my parents...back with new posts in about a week or so. Remember, be safe out there...
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Friday, January 02, 2009
Under the heading of "the best-laid plans"...up early for work, went to take the trash out, tripped and did a spectacular header into the (who knew?) sharp hard plastic edge of the trash bin. One worried hubbie and seven stitches in the top of my noggin later, I'm home, hoping I feel up to taking pics this weekend.
I had always heard head wounds bleed a lot.
That turns out to be accurate information.
I also learned from the EMTs who came to our house, as well as the ER nurse who went over post-stitch (or more correctly, post-staple) care, that trash cans have injured others in similar ways.
Let this be a lesson to me...or something...and please consider this my apology-in-advance if I'm not crawling about with a camera in time to post more before I travel to my parents' next week.
(And yes, it's okay to laugh. I did, once I realized I wasn't going to be dead from head-butting the trash bin.)