Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Obvious

Oh, and I finished the Jodi Picoult book last night -- stayed up to do it. I was right. I had figured it out, by page 8. Disappointed about that part, but I still enjoyed the book. Certain lengthy sections of explication about religion dragged. She always manages to be easy to read and still give you something to think about.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Lazy

That's me on a Saturday. Slept in, surfed the blogs, petted the dog, watched a flick (A Man for All Seasons -- had never seen it before; found it really enjoyable and more modern than I'd expected; really good acting, star-studded cast, most in their youthful days), watched an episode of The 4400 (I am really liking Netflix!), ate, and read the rest of the day (Change of Heart, by Jodi Picoult -- brain candy but thoughtful brain candy; I'm wondering if I'm right about my prediction for the twist; I never usually am, so when I'm right, I'm torn between being proud of myself and disappointed that it was so obvious).

Not a big picture day (in several ways, I suppose). I'll post two tomorrow.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

I have...

...absolutely nothing of value to say today. I'm tired. It's raining, which is nice. I didn't have the time or energy to shoot a photo today, so I'll use another or two from the retreat. Guess I'll get religious on y'all tonight.

My retreat reading material

I had never read The Imitation of Christ before. It's pretty powerful, but one must access it in metered doses. The book that is rocking my world right now, that dovetailed so perfectly with the themes of our retreat, is The Crime of Living Cautiously, by Luci Shaw. Just the title alone grabbed me. And the book is proving to be quite wonderful. I'll share with you a poem she includes, one by Richard Wilbur:

Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.

What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.

Richard Wilbur
“Two Voices in a Meadow”
In About a Milkweed Pod

Sunday, January 20, 2008

I'm Stupid

All this month, I've been hyperventilating about my attempt at photo365, not because taking at least one picture a day has been difficult, but because it appeared that my blogger/picasa file was filling up too quickly and that I would run out of space before the month ended. So I've been posting very small pictures, which, in my opinion, drains the photos of most of their punch.

Yesterday I finally read a little more carefully. Indeed, the number I was interpreting as the percentage of alotted space used was actually the MB used and not the percentage. So when it said "You've used 85MB," that's actually only 7% and not 85%! D'oh!

For god's sake, I'm an English teacher, and I'm always telling my students to read more carefully! What chance do they have, if I, their teacher, can't follow her own advice? Pathetic! But now...oh, now...I'm going big every time! :-)