Tuesday, August 2, 2005
Thinking of the days of my youth, remembering my summers, I have been trying to place myself. Where I am at in life, children in high school now, friends and family grown and moved away; it makes me wonder where I've been and what I have done. I hesitate to admit -- and I do ascribe to the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
NASA Changed Foam Tiles to Make Shuttle More Environmentally Friendly
According to Fox and Friends, Edie, questioned the NASA administrator she interviewed recently who stated that, no, there has been no change in composition of the foam insulation tiles that NASA uses on the shuttle. She asked this question because of the more recent problems of re-entry that the... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 25, 2005
with James Dean's head in her lap, running her fingers through Sal's hair,
I'll have to draw a few conclusions here, vis-a-vis a few current events: towit, the Pakistani president is reported on CNN as cracking down on radical imams; towit, the NASA middle managers have decided to launch in spite of a gas tank flaw; towit, it's hot! President Musharef is rounding up... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Helping people is at least as important as the amount of salary they earn.
I just watched "Ulee's Gold". I remember it got an award, or Peter Fonda did. I liked it, I really only saw the final forty-five minutes. Jessica Biel is a teen. She was an adult home owner on David Letterman last night. All grown up and reminding me of my one little tike. Not only does she not need... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Only One Human Emotion Is Stronger than Fear...............................
And that, according to The Art of Positive Thinking, by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale, (1952) is faith: " The first step is to fill your life with positive faith that will help you through anything. The second is to begin where you are." This applies to western democracies, excluding the one exception:... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Miracle of Mr. Kingmi's Classroom: there was no curriculum......
I remember my last three years in the most inner-city school in Des Moines. I had been there for fifteen years and had earned the respect of every minority group, including families. I was offered the post of English as a Second Language teacher in the "Newcomers" class in 1997. I didn't know what... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Dad, the Submissive; Dad, the Quiet; He Who Knows His Place...............
The way my summer has worked out, this is as close to the actual divorce decree as we have gotten in nine-plus years. And it was all inadvertant. My older child, the 16 year-old, has moved in with her mom, pretty much lock, stock and barrel. That has taken the greatest strain off of my summer... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Well, you're up next, he said and walked away..............................
Well, my brother goes back to Alabama tomorrow. We had two days together. The first night we just drove around looking for somewhere to eat, found a decent truck stop and sat there until three in the morning talking. But last night, we went to the tap and both got up on stage. When we arrived, I sat... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
His wife was waiting for us at a motel in Panama City Beach................
The last two days I have been entertaining my brother from Alabama. I've never written about him, eight years my senior, ready to retire from GE, his fourth career. First career: twenty-five years as a souther radio deejay. A good one too. Next he owned a night club. Third he drove a 16 wheeler from... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Mademoiselle, pardon! S'il vous plait, mademoiselle! Sssspt!.............
I am forever impacted by the final verse of the song "River of Dreams" by Billy Joel. It is a simple metaphor for our life here on earth, but still it makes a powerful thought and a more powerful feeling. Especially for those of us who are night people. In the middle of the night I go walking in my... Sign in to see full entry.