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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

If You Lived On Mars

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This link sent today by pesky godson.

posted by michael at 12:52 pm  

Friday, February 29, 2008

Oh My

Hi Michael,

All this talk about grammar on the blog reminded me of this column I read in the New Yorker. I didn’t realize how clever it was until the very end. Can you see it?

pesky godson

posted by michael at 4:42 pm  

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Look Up


Michael,
Boring clouds in Maryland, exciting clouds in Colorado. I’ve been collecting clouds since we arrived here. Here you will find my latest best dozen cloud shots. In the past months there were several phantasmagorical sky views I couldn’t shoot for various reasons, like driving 70 mph down a crowded road (not being a Miller), absent camera, or discharged battery (sob!). But eventually new cloud opportunities will come along. The weather here is always changing–mostly for the better!


–rakkity

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I think Rakkity and the rest of the blog would enjoy this.

Pesky Godson

posted by michael at 1:13 am  

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Stellarium

I think that you, Ed, and a lot of other people on Mainecourse would find this program really fun: The best part is that it is completely platform-agnostic.


pesky godson

posted by michael at 11:11 am  

Friday, June 1, 2007

Fire Fighting

A clip from a circus I went to last night put on by UChicago students.

PeskyGodson

posted by michael at 6:16 am  

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Every Last Crumb

Pesky Godson is darn unpredictable, and both his mother and I agree, way too laid back about how often he posts, but he’s always worth reading.

posted by michael at 4:08 pm  

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Moon Hoax Believers

Submitted by PeskyGodson

Bad Astronomy

posted by michael at 12:16 pm  

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Sonjamueller

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Pesky sent me this website

posted by michael at 2:27 am  

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Dicey

Last spring, my application was accepted to go on a study abroad trip to Oaxaca Mexico for the winter term this year (January through mid-March). I would live with a family, take three classes in Latin American Civilisations (fulfilling a graduation requirement for civilisations studies), take a Spanish class, live with a Mexican family, do a bit of traveling, and maybe take some cultural (cooking, weaving, dancing) classes available at the language school in the city.

As you may or may not know, there has been a spot of civil unrest in Oaxaca. Continue

posted by michael at 7:37 pm  

Saturday, July 8, 2006

Are You Addicted To Blogging?

But you can’t post this unless you tell us how many of these items apply to you.

Charlie

Michael’s answers:

10. No. But if the stats were in plain English like pesky godson has checked your blog 79,5 times in the last two days instead of 71.199.090.12 blah blah, I would.

9. Not an issue. She also has a love affair with the blog.

8. Well duh! How else would it get fed?

7. Not to mention my mother’s prolonged agonizing passing. Should I be locked up?

6. Nope. I’m flattered when one person posts a comment even if it is just a question.

5. Rarely. I really try to control myself because I’m deathly afraid that rakkity (retired) will stop
contributing.

4. The blog is self-selecting. I used to have more real friends.

3. No, because answering the blog’s “Feed Me!” command is so much easier than grabbing a paint brush when my house screams “Paint Me!.”

2. My lunch hour is my time to check on the relative success of my (and that includes my long list of contributors) morning’s post.

1. No, I ask, ” Do you mind if I post our conversation on my blog?” I’ve only been turned down once and that was by two female musicians I met on the banks of the Ohio River.

posted by michael at 9:42 am  

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

My Papa’s Waltz

No, no writing yet. But a poem which I would be interested to see people’s interpretations of. My senior-year English teacher had an interpretation of this one that he was pretty certain of, but reading it again a year-and-a-half later, I’m not able to tease the same meaning out of these sparse lines.

My Papa’s Waltz
by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

I’ll offer my teacher’s interpretation in a couple of days, after
everyone has had a chance to scratch their heads a bit and share their
own opinions.

Pesky Godson

posted by michael at 6:15 am  

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

My Papa's Waltz

No, no writing yet. But a poem which I would be interested to see people’s interpretations of. My senior-year English teacher had an interpretation of this one that he was pretty certain of, but reading it again a year-and-a-half later, I’m not able to tease the same meaning out of these sparse lines.

My Papa’s Waltz
by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

I’ll offer my teacher’s interpretation in a couple of days, after
everyone has had a chance to scratch their heads a bit and share their
own opinions.

Pesky Godson

posted by michael at 6:15 am  

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