Monday 29 June 2009

Puppy Love (this time in yellow)


The fields behind my house have been puked on by Big Bird.
Or maybe these are the fields of gold that Sting is going on about?
They make my dog smile and that makes me happy.
Know what else makes me happy? Floppy ears. Especially when he runs.
Watch this sequence.
How could you not love that?
It's okay if you want to make this one your desktop background. I already have.








Monday 22 June 2009

On making me smile

It makes her smile. Twenty times a day, two hundred times a week, two thousand times a season, how many smiles hath the thwacking of one tail wrought? Countless, though more to the point, counted upon, and therefore forgivable, since counting upon anything has been an ability she has not heretofore possessed.

Dante (the Wolfhound) from Sighthound, by Pam Houston

Friday 19 June 2009

On taking note

The best way to waste your life, ... is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don't participate.

~Chuck Palahniuk

This is a desperate lunchtime (Calgon, take me away) post from my office at college. Exams are officially over now, which means that I have about 1 second to finish all of my marking and get grades posted before exam boards with other local universities next week. I don't think I ever appreciated how much marking my college lecturers had to do, it seemed to me at the time that Starman must have intuited all of my grades. (I only got to hear him say "Congratulations" in that robot voice for a 4.0 one time in my 6 or 7 years at UW - how about you?)

Chuck's definitely on to something, though I have to admit, I wish my students had taken more notes considering some of their exam results! Summer is palpable now, can you feel it from where you are?

Thursday 18 June 2009

Take a deep breath.

"Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.”
~Jalal ad-Din Rumi