University starts back for the spring semester (although, spring weather has been tough to come by lately….Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rabbit! 

I’ve managed to get a lot done over the break: poetry and some non-fiction published – Yippee, yard beautification project done, lotsa reading on world religions, a biography on Virgina Woolf, a new novella that I have the pleasure of discussing at the Sigma Tua Delta Symposium this spring in Savannah Ga.,and my most important…. learning to bake a better loaf of bread (that has been a feat in itself).

But, I must say …. Life is good!

I’m trying to stick to my one and only “new years resolution”… that being: be better to myself  and so far – it seems to be working. (I probably should have done this a long time ago; but, time just fliessssssssssssssssss by.

Now if I could just get the rivers to go below flood-stage…. I might could go fish’nnnnn.

Well, that be about all for now. Next week I’ll be back try’n to learn how to be “as smart as a fifth grader;” fat chance of that happen’n any time soon.

Be well and remember…………. NO TEXT”N & DRIV’N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Best,

G.

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Virginia Woolf applies this statement when defining the role of the “lift-man” in her novel, To the Lighthouse. What an extra ordinary piece of work from many POV’s.

Slave class can be rendered into many different definitions. I believe so many people consider the word “slave” as applying to: Africans brought to this country in the early the progression period to work the fields, etc of both the Southern and Northern land-owners/ wealthy gentry and founding “fathers” of this country. But, that issue is not my thesis of this post. 

I would like to consider applying that connotation to our “lower to middle class.” By this I mean: teachers and professors that we count on to educate our children, and in some cases, senior-citizens like myself. I, as an ongoing academic, get to know my professors on levels few 20-year-old college students do. I see the effort demanded of them: time, continuing self-education, demands to “publish” so as to secure their tenure, a country that blames the educators first because our children’s intelligence is ranked so low within the world educational levels, etc. Our universities are filled with academics that have taught 25 – 30 yrs and more. If the truth be known … most can’t afford to retire. (I know, a lot of ordinary folks are in that boat; but just about all the professionals I’m speaking of have a Doctorate Degree). We’re talking years of “higher/continuing” education just to secure their job. (People say: “Well, they chose that career!” … And, an honorable career it is.)

But, don’t you think there’s something wrong when a society demands an institution to pass this child because he/her has the potential to become a great sports figure and earn millions of dollars. Money earned off the backs of the elected to carry that person (deserving or not; education be dammed) on to the “promised land of sportsman extordinaire.”

Is that the same as a “slave class?”

I would like to add an argument for the many talented athletes that I so love to watch on the weekends. I applaud their work ethics, their ability to deal with the social demands put on them, and the many sacrifices they do make for my entertainment.

But really, is anyone worth $160 million, or whatever some of these folks get paid, … really???????

What about the people: fireman, policeman, military, and so many more, that go in harm’s way so I have a safe place to live. Aren’t they worth more than my gratitude? What about the educators that try to guide our children to into adulthood so they will one day inherit and take care of us.

Are we the slave class??

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Everyone … Please vote!!! And, please vote your conscience.

Have a greatdae!

G.

My mother was adept at the art of cursive script; a talent for writing with the hand to produce wondrous letters that would just hold me in awe to watch her work her ability on paper. I’m pleased to sit in a class room and “ponder” the wonders of today with younger folks 40years or more my junior. They’re all so quick with the latest electronic gizmo’s that do just about anything, and all in the “flash of the eye.” Technology is a wondrous tool. I’ve found most of the students don’t know anything about a world without some type of PDA of the latest “Apple” smart-what-ever. Most can “thumb” faster than I can write. I suppose that’s the new language.

Each generation feels a loss of an art form when time and “the new” go past’m. I think for me, it will be the ability to write cursive. I guess with that being said, I should take more pride in my ability. … I don’t.

I look upon some of my peer groups attempts at hand-writing, and mostly I see “broken print.” And you know –  it’s not their fault. I feel we as a society are giving the past away all in the name of progress. This is “post-modernism” at its best. Its been happening since the dawn of time.

I’m not sure if I have an argument that differs from any of the other arguments that have come before mine!

THE AVANT-GARDE … so much to learn, so little time!!

Gooddae!

G. 

 

“Summertime … and the liv’n is easy””

Bye! Bye! till fall!!!

Have a good one all.

G.

May is upon us, and with that annual fifth month of the calendar year comes reality check for many. It’s graduation time; and whether it be highschool college, or grad-school, the clock starts ticking. You’ll walk out of that hall, or off that field, with a piece of paper in the left hand and a quarter in the right. The left hand indicates how others measure you. The right hand holds the truth.

Are you as accomplished as others say? Or, are you here to fish or cut bait? Are you a Noun or an adjective? Such small questions. Such big answers.

What they don’t tell you when you enter the academic fray is there are only so many top dog spots. Along the way, if you paid attention, read the writing on the wall, listened to people who had a bit more experience at life than you, chose the right mentor, walked the true path, … then the reality you’re about to experience will be a lot easier.

Do not fear the unknown. Acknowledge it, and it will serve you well. Ignore it, or don’t give it it’s due respect, … tears will fall.

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With that small piece of advice (not meant to scare you, just some added motivation for the journey thru the badlands)

I believe, I and everyone else, who are not taking part in one of the most important moments in your life, wish you only the best in the future endeavors you embark upon. Life can be so good, make the most of it and prosper.

The Best Of Luck To You All.

Thanks for stopping bye, and don’t forget to wave!!!!!!

G.