Gratitudes and Joys
Mar. 22nd, 2019 06:39 pm1. My camp for the local high schoolers was today. It was a success! I am so freaking relieved. And now I have a new set of data, properly gathered this time instead of the dumb ass English major way I did it last time, and now just as soon as school finishes in May, I can finish this article and try to get it published! The amount of improvement in implementation from last year (inaugural year) to this year was really nice to see. I learned so much from last time, and I learned even more this time about what we'll do better for next year. So stoked to have this behind me. LOL Now I just need to turn right around and start recruiting university students to lead the camp (they get experiential learning credit for doing so) and writing my IRB proposal and etc.
2. As part of the camp today, I wrote a poem inspired by Dickinson's "Hope is the thing withwings feathers" that I think turned out pretty well.
Love is the thing with legs
That gallops across the heart
And tosses its mane and
Stamps its hooves in time with
The beating.
It races through the blood,
Swift and sleek,
And pulls the weight of longing
Behind it
Faithfully.
A thoroughbred, dependable, solid
But hot-headed,
Pulling at the lead
And chomping at the bit
And dreading always the
Snapped ankle.
3. We have an oven! After what seems like a million years but is really only like a month, we have a gorgeous, sexy double oven with three racks per oven--regular and convection capability--with this ridiculous computer bullshit. I loves it.
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executrix always sends me the most lovely things to read.
( Margaret Atwood's Writing with Intent )
5. Reviews of a handful of Guardian episodes and this week's Gotham forthcoming! I am also writing a Lee/Barbara fic inspired from Lee's line in the episode from a couple weeks ago: ( spoilers )
2. As part of the camp today, I wrote a poem inspired by Dickinson's "Hope is the thing with
Love is the thing with legs
That gallops across the heart
And tosses its mane and
Stamps its hooves in time with
The beating.
It races through the blood,
Swift and sleek,
And pulls the weight of longing
Behind it
Faithfully.
A thoroughbred, dependable, solid
But hot-headed,
Pulling at the lead
And chomping at the bit
And dreading always the
Snapped ankle.
3. We have an oven! After what seems like a million years but is really only like a month, we have a gorgeous, sexy double oven with three racks per oven--regular and convection capability--with this ridiculous computer bullshit. I loves it.
4.
executrix always sends me the most lovely things to read.( Margaret Atwood's Writing with Intent )
5. Reviews of a handful of Guardian episodes and this week's Gotham forthcoming! I am also writing a Lee/Barbara fic inspired from Lee's line in the episode from a couple weeks ago: ( spoilers )
