An interesting poem I found while trolling on the web. I like the concrete imagry.
She emailed and said that she wanted to sit down and talk to me about Man’s Search for Meaning. I remembered how it had affected her last semester. She accidentally picked it up and started reading it instead of Candide and then wrote about it in her enrty on Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a […]
This is the sort of night that the phrase “winter wonderland” was coined to describe. though I might actually prefer “fairyland.” After raining all day it turned to snow at evening and the wetness is making the snow stick to everything… each single twig turned into a sugar stick. The quality of the light is […]
I feel so helpless, knowing Terri is in pain alone in a hospital room, far away. I know I am not really helpless, I’ve prayed for her, with her. I talked to her for awhile and I could tell just that calmed her, distracted her at least. But I want to be there to hold […]
A while back I ordered some books from the Dallas Institute, among them The Tragic Abyss. Now that I am teaching Hamlet once again, I thought to see if there was an essay on it in the book. There was. A very good one. I have known intuitively that there was a Christian understanding of […]
My new office is cold, my hands are icy, but it has a great view. One wall is all windows, looking out onto a snow-filled courtyard. I am up on the third floor of the library, outside my open door students come and go looking for books or a quiet place to study. There is […]
good entry yesterday on the 60th anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. I don’t really know what to say about it, she really speaks for herself much more eloquently than I can.
good article from World magazine… conecting the tsunami to the book of Job….
It’s snowing again. Blah! or do I mean “Bah!”? Beautiful, of course, but I’m going crazy. As if the 38 inches we got in this weekend’s blizzard were not enough! I haven’t had class yet this week. Only one meeting with each of my classes so far this semester! How am I supposed to teach? […]
In the absence of touching and being touched, people of all ages can sicken and grow touch-starved. -Diane Ackerman