An Anniversary

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I think I have all my archives in this blog fixed now. I had to update some URL’s. MT has different URL’s for entries than they did when I started using it (version 2.66). The old URL’s had numbers for entries. These have some dirified version of the title. Plus my old links were to entries in my PlanetHuff blog, which will soon be defunct altogether, so I wanted to make sure everything was ready to go before then.

I wonder if if is my fate to be down during this week each year. This week marks the two-year anniversary of the most painful period of my life to date. I wonder if I will forever mull it over this week each year, or will it truly just take more time than I thought? Sometimes I wonder if it’s really possible to get over some types of pain, and for the past two years, this week has been very raw for me emotionally. It isn’t to say that I dwell on it all the time, or that I can’t get past it. It reminds me of a passage I’ve quoted before from The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway:

I lay awake thinking and my mind jumping around. Then I couldn’t keep away from it, and I started to think about Brett and all the rest of it went away. I was thinking about Brett and my mind stopped jumping around and started to go in sort of smooth waves. Then all of a sudden I started to cry. Then after a while it was better and I lay in bed and listened to the heavy trams go by and way down the street, and then I went to sleep… This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

Maybe this time of year, with its associations and sad memories, is my night.

Speaking of anniversaries, tomorrow, my grandparents will have been married 55 years. Happy anniversary Granna and Papa!


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This Place

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Dana said in a comment yesterday that she likes my new digs. I didn’t ask her why, but I feel sure she’ll explain if she feels compelled to do so. I like them, too, and it might be presumptuous of me to say why Dana likes them, but I’m going to give it a stab. It feels like I’m back. I have my own space. I think there was something inhibiting I can’t put my finger on about sharing the former site with Steve. It was never anything he did. It was just that I didn’t feel like the space was mine, even though I had done so much work on it. It felt like it was his, because almost everyone that visited it came there to see him. Everyone who comes here is here to see me. I don’t know what, if anything, that says about me. I guess I was kind of feeling like a guest in my own house. Or, as Rajni so aptly put it, “invisible on [my] own domain.” It was ultimately that comment of Rajni’s that helped me put my finger on it and make the decision to move all my blogs to this other domain that I was reserving for education-related stuff. I’m sooooo glad I did, even though it is turning out to be a lot of work — I have to update links and things like that. It could have been more difficult. MT makes it pretty easy to export and import all your entries. So maybe what Dana likes is the same thing I like — I’m more like myself here. She’s been reading me in my various guises for over four years now — yes, it’s been that long!

It’s only been in the last few months that I’ve felt like my blog was suffering. I blamed it initially on the fact that I was compartmentalizing — I had a Harry Potter blog, an education blog, a classroom blog, and a genealogy blog. Splitting up my interests like that made me wonder if this personal blog wasn’t suffering as a result. Maybe in some ways that’s true, but I think more than anything else, it was the fact that I didn’t feel like I had anything to contribute that anyone would want to read. Perhaps that was because of the huge numbers of people who visited PlanetHuff.com just to read his writing and didn’t even seem to realize I was there. I think I was especially mortified by a female reader of his whom I described here (if you put comments on that entry, don’t be offended that I deleted them — I didn’t want you to get involved in case she read it and went after you for what you said; I appreciate the support).

Finally, I wanted to share two things. First, I have installed a plugin called MT Notifier, which will allow you to subscribe to entries so you know when new comments are posted. I don’t expect that to be used a lot over here, but my students will find it useful for my classroom blog, and perhaps readers of my education blog will find it valuable, too. The second thing I wanted to share is Jonathan Coulton. You may have been one of the early ones on the bandwagon, but I didn’t discover him until he’d been “Wil Wheatoned.” His cover of Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “I Like Big Butts” is absolutely awesome. I love it.

Before I close, I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge the passing of Rosa Parks. I think Wil Wheaton said it better than I could.


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Jeff Buckley

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Jeff Buckley died May 29, 1997 at the age of 30. Since today was a teacher workday, I was listening to music at work — specifically, my radio blog. I have one of my favorite Jeff Buckley songs on it right now — “Last Goodbye.” I decided I’d rather listen to more of his music than the rest of my own playlist, so I went to Radio Blog’s website to search for other radio blogs with Jeff Buckley on the playlist. I listened to “Lover, You Should Have Come Over.” I started thinking about his tragic death. I thought of all the beautiful music we didn’t get to hear. I thought of his amazing voice, silenced forever. Tears welled in my eyes, and I felt foolish.


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Flickr

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I’m a latecomer to Flickr, but after seeing pictures on Crankydragon and Dana’s sites, I decided to try it.

Click here to view my Flickr photos.

By the way, I will not be logged into ICQ unless a friend or reader here has prearranged a chat. You might catch me logged in on the other IM programs I use, but I have no interest in being chatted up by weird men.


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Contact Me

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I have added more contact information to my About page. Now you can send mail to my Gmail account or check my online status in four different IM programs: Yahoo IM, ICQ, AIM, and MSN Messenger. You can get online status icons for your own blog at Online Status Indicator.

Update: Let me reiterate that I’m married, and I don’t have any desire to hook up with anyone over the Internet. I am happy to hear from friends and regular readers, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go.


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Radio Blog is Back!

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The Radio Blog is back and has its own home, too. I have a theme this time: songs I downloaded or ripped because I heard them on a TV commercial and was either reminded I liked them or decided I liked them. I never thought I’d say that about rap. It took 20 years, but I guess there are a few rap songs I like.

You can also see a cute picture of my niece on the Radio Blog.

You can permanently access the Radio Blog from the sidebar at the right — look under “Currently Listening,” located underneath the calendar and “Currently Reading.”


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Roswell Reads

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Imagine hundreds of Roswell residents sharing the experience of reading and discussing a common book and you have the essence of “Roswell Reads.” Based on the “One Book…One City” community reading programs that have swept across the country, “Roswell Reads” hopes to include book discussions, author events and more. Our ultimate goal [is] to encourage residents of all ages and interests to read, read, and then read some more.

One of the things I like best about being a resident of Roswell is the diverse cultural offerings. We have great city recreation programs (still on my to-do list), lots of festivals, and now, the whole city is getting together for “Roswell Reads.” The idea is that Roswell residents will vote for a book to read, as a city, by November 30. After the winning book is announced, city residents will have three months to read the book. Various book discussions (probably at local bookstores and the library) will take place during that time. Finally, the program will culminate in a dinner and book discussion led by the author. Of course, book selection may be contingent upon the availability of the author.

Our choices are (taken verbatim from the City of Roswell website):

  • The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd: In The Secret Life of Bees, 14-year-old Lily Owen, neglected by her father and isolated on their Georgia peach farm, spends hours imagining a blissful infancy when she was loved and nurtured by her mother, Deborah, whom she barely remembers. These consoling fantasies are her heart’s answer to the family story that as a child, in unclear circumstances, Lily accidentally shot and killed her mother. The Secret Life of Bees is a carefully crafted novel with an inspired depiction of character.
  • The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini: In his debut novel, The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini accomplishes what very few contemporary writers are able to do. He manages to provide an educational and eye-opening account of a country’s personal turmoil — Afghanistan — while also developing characters whose heartbreaking struggles and emotional triumphs resonate with readers long after the last page has been turned over. An epic tale of fathers and sons, of friendship and betrayal, The Kite Runner takes us from the final days of Afghanistan’s monarchy to the atrocities of the present.
  • The Year the Lights Came On by Terry Kay: A must-read for anyone who grew up in Georgia during the 1940s or ’50s, especially those of us who remember the day the Rural Electrification Administration hooked us up and turned us on. Life changed dramatically, as Terry Kay depicts in his novel. The book is hilarious at times, tender and sad at others. Kay blends a bittersweet brew of young love, class consciousness and changing times.
  • Rocket Boys by Homer Hickam: Inspired by Werner Von Braun and his Cape Canaveral team, 14-year-old Homer Hickam decided in 1957 to build his own rockets. They were his ticket out of Coalwood, West Virginia, a mining town that everyone knew was dying — everyone except the mine superintendent, a man so dedicated that his family rarely saw him. Hickam grew up to be a NASA engineer and his memoir of the bumpy ride toward a gold medal at the National Science Fair in 1960 — an unprecedented honor for a miner’s kid — is rich in humor as well as warm sentiment. The portrait of his ultimately successful campaign to win his aloof father’s respect is equally affecting.
  • My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult: The difficult choices a family must make when a child is diagnosed with a serious disease are explored with pathos and understanding in this 11th novel by Picoult. The author turns her gaze on genetic planning, the prospect of creating babies for health purposes and the ethical and moral fallout that results. Picoult ably explores a complex subject with bravado and comes up with a heart-wrenching, unexpected plot twist at the book’s conclusion.
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night- Time by Mark Haddon: Mark Haddon’s bitterly funny debut novel is a mystery of sorts — one told by an autistic version of Adrian Mole. Fifteen-year-old Christopher Boone is mathematically gifted and socially hopeless, raised in a working-class home by parents who barely cope with their child’s quirks. He takes everything that he sees (or is told) at face value, unable to sort out the strange behavior of his elders and peers. The result [is] original and genuinely moving.
  • All Over But the Shoutin’ by Rick Bragg: Pulitzer Prize winner Rick Bragg never forgets his roots. When he writes about death and violence in urban slums, Bragg draws on firsthand knowledge of how poverty deforms lives and on his personal belief in the dignity of poor people. His memoir of a hardscrabble Southern youth pays moving tribute to his indomitable mother and struggles to forgive his drunken father. All Over but the Shoutin’ is beautifully achieved on both these counts and many more.
  • The Color of Water by James McBride: James McBride grew up one of 12 siblings in the all-black housing projects of Red Hook, Brooklyn, the son of a black minister and a woman who would not admit she was white. The object of McBride’s constant embarrassment and continuous fear for her safety, his mother was an inspiring figure, who through sheer force of will saw her dozen children through graduate school. McBride was an adult before he discovered the truth about his mother: The daughter of a failed itinerant Orthodox rabbi in rural Virginia, she had run away to Harlem, married a black man, and founded an all-black Baptist church in her living room in Red Hook. In her son’s remarkable memoir, she tells in her own words the story of her past. Around her narrative, James McBride has written a powerful portrait of growing up, a meditation on race and identity, and a poignant, beautifully crafted hymn from a son to his mother.

I have to say that I am fairly impressed with the choices offered, and I intend to vote for The Kite Runner. I’ve heard great things about the book, and I think it would be interesting to read it like this. Even though I’ve read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, I must say that I would really like the opportunity to hear Mark Haddon speak! I am really looking forward to participating in this program, and I’ll read whichever book is chosen. I think this is an excellent idea. I went to the library today and saw a young teen filling out the ballot to vote for the book. As an English teacher, this just thrills me to no end. Actually, I think I’ll put all these books on my to-read list (with the exception of The Curious Incident, which I’ve read).


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Welcome to My New Home

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As you can see, I’ve moved into my new space. I must say it was fairly painless, if a bit time-consuming. I’m not done moving completely. If you want to look at this metaphorically, I guess you could say I still have a few things in boxes. For the most part, however, I’ve moved.

I think Steve had long ago stopped reading my blog, and I would be much surprised if he reads now that I’ve moved. I think he’ll sort of forget about it. In a way, I like that. I can approach this as a room of my own. I think over here, without the overwhelming presence of his blogs, especially his true crime blog, I can write without thinking so much about that behemoth lurking in the corner. Virginia Woolf posited in A Room of One’s Own that in order to be a successful writer, a woman needed a room or space of her own in which to work and enough money to support herself. I can’t really speak to the latter, but as to the former, here it is. May my writing flourish!


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New Domain

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I want to thank you for your feedback about my domain conundrum. Steve and I talked about it, and I think he is most happy to boot me out of here! All kidding aside, I think it would be for the best. As Rajni so aptly put it, I’m feeling “invisible” on my own domain, and that’s not good. HuffEnglish.com belongs only to me, and I feel good about transferring my personal blogs there.

My blog will still be available here for one week, after which time I will set up a redirect script. You may now find Much Madness is Divinest Sense at http://www.huffenglish.com/dana/. Please update your bookmarks and bear with me, as some links may be broken for a while until I get things sorted out.


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