The Gemini Effect by Chuck Grossart (completed 4/24/2015)--a mash-up between the Hot Zone and Aliens, I got it free from Amazon Prime and thought it might be cheesy. It was, a little, but also a really fun and fast read. When the military screws us over, thank God for scientists! Or did they start it in the first place . . . ? (read on my Kindle)
Sugar by Deidre Riordan Hall (completed 5/9/2015)--a coming-of-age story about two messed up kids. Engaging but a little painful. The female protagonist uses sugary, fatty foods as a drug--hence the title. Loved it until about 3/4 the way through when a plot twist really ticked me off. Kept reading just to see what would happen and was glad I did. (read on my Kindle)
Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Zombies by Matt Mogk (completed 5/12/2015)--a fun read for zombie enthusiasts. Funny, snarky and super useful for the upcoming zombie apocalypse. Remember, it's not if--it's when!
Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple (completed 5/20/2015)--so funny and compelling! The mystery of a missing mom told alternatively through e-mails, notes, letters and narrated by her gifted daughter, Bee. Hard to put down.
Bon Appetempt: A Coming of Age Story (with recipes!) by Amelia Morris (completed 5/27/2015)--I picked this one up because of the name of the author and because I thought it would mainly be about food. Turned out not to be the case, although there is a recipe or two that I wanted to try. This memoir was mostly about Amelia Morris and her husband meeting, attempting to make a living at their respective arts and growing into their adulthood.
Plague of the Undead by Joe McKinney (completed 6/2/2015)--Yup, it's a zombie book. The good ones, however are about the thoughts and actions of people driven to their extremity by a relentless opponent (in this case, something that never sleeps, never tires and wants to eat you). The novel was followed by four short (unrelated) stories, all well done and fully imagined. McKinney is a true writer, not just a zombie hack. But hey, I've read those too! :-)
Long-Distance Hiking by Dan Feldman (completed 6/5/2015)--In line with my goal to hike about 100 miles of the AT when I'm 50 (4 more years!), I've been doing a good amount of researching and reading about the subject. This was a very practical and texty book, but had both the specific and more general, philosophical advice I was looking for. My next step in preparation is to find the right kind of stove for me and I'm starting at a site recommended in the book (http://zenstoves.net/Construction.htm). If you are thinking about a long distance hike or just like to read about being in the wilderness, I'd also recommend Wild by Cheryl Strayed. The movie is pretty good too.
Water's Edge (An Alaskan Frontier Romance) by Jennifer McCardle (completed 6/6/2015)--Read this on my Kiindle. A fun diversion. Typical spunky female gets herself in lots of trouble--in this case life-threatening because she's in the Alaskan bush--and discovers that she can handle just about anything. But, of course, she still needs the love of a good man.
Trail Tested: A Thru-Hiker's guide to ultralight hiking and backpacking by Justin Lichter (completed 6/7/2015) --OK, this guy has sponsors and seems to do almost nothing but hike, so obviously not something I'll be doing. This book had lots and lots of pictures and some amusing stories about things that went wrong. Helpful in that I got to see specific pieces of equipment and that I decided I want a tent and not any other kind of shelter.
Trigger Warning: Short Fictions and Disturbances by Neil Gaiman (completed 6/13/2015)--Rooted in fantasy with notes of sci-fi and horror, Gaiman is truly an artist of language. His short fiction is absorbing, disturbing and fascinating. My favorites in this collection were "Click-Clack the Rattlebag" and "The Sleeper and the Spindle" both diabolical little twisty tales. I'd recommend The Ocean at the End of the Lane or American Gods if you're just getting started with Gaiman.
Edgar Allan Poe: The Fever Called Living by Paul Collins (completed 6/16/2015)--a biography of the sometimes reclusive, always poor and extremely talented Poe. This short volume (107 pages) gave me some insight into the man behind "The Raven" and "The Pit and the Pendulum." Though he considered himself before all things a poet, Poe made very little money in his lifetime by his writing. Most was made by editing newspapers and magazines. I did learn that Poe, a fan of cryptic puzzles, was the originator of the modern detective mystery, publishing "Murder at the Rue Morgue" and "The Purloined Letter" almost 50 years before Sir Arthur Conan Doyle conceived his Sherlock Holmes character. No new insight on Poe's death, but an interesting read about his life.
Angel Omnibus Volume 1 by Jeff Mariotte, Peter David, Dan Jolley, Scott Tipton (completed
6/16/2015)--collection of longer Angel arcs and shorter one-offs featuring Illyria, Gunn, Wesley, Doyle and Connor (skipped that one). Although Angel doesn't have the same level of fun dialogue as Buffy, it's still a good read. The individual stories were a good insight into the characters, especially Illyria who was a real mystery during the show. An alien character in the body of a much-loved human. Allowed to live because of the attachment to the human (Fred) by the main characters (Wesley, primarily). I've also followed the comic version of season 8 of Buffy and know that season 9 is out as well, but haven't read that one.
Blue Labyrinth by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child (completed 6/29/2015)--I had a lot of waiting to do today and finished this one sooner than I anticipated. This is the 14th in the Agent Pendergast series by Preston and Child and I've really enjoyed every one. My all-time favorites are Relic and Still Life With Crows which was based in Kansas. Pendergast is such a wonderful character. As he solves mysteries, he brings to light mysteries of his own about his murky background. A sophisticated Southern gentleman and FBI agent, Pendergast is skilled in all kinds of combat, the mental art of Chongg Ra and is independently wealthy. Makes his unorthodox methods that much easier to accomplish. This was a great read--can't wait for the next one.
The Martian by Andy Weir (completed 7/18/2015)--This is a freshman novel by Mr. Weir and it shows a bit. The exposition is a little clunky and I almost put it down after the first chapter, though the first line "I'm pretty much f***ed." certainly caught my attention. Once the main character begins telling his story, the book is hard to put down. There is a fair amount of actual science described, but he avoids confusion by asking the reader to trust him with the math. I was really rooting for the astronaut, but also for the ground support crew, battling to save one human being. Rather than stretching my believability about the science, I wondered if the US would really expend that level of money and personnel to recover one person. But hey, it's fiction.
A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson (completed 8/21/2015) I enjoyed this book so much! Found it at a book store in Emporia and just devoured it. Although it's from 1989, they're just now making a movie of this book with Robert Redford and Nick Nolte that I'll definitely go and see. The reason I picked it up is that I'm interested in all things Appalachian Trail (in line with my goal to hike part of it when I turn 50). In contrast to Wild by Cheryl Strayed which was very gritty and sometimes made we want to cry, Bryson's section hikes were warm and funny--sometimes so much so that I laughed out loud. A Brittish man, Bryson views Americans with a sort of curiosity and amazement that demonstrates how we might look to generously-minded outsiders. He's rarely critical even when he meets a completely obnoxious, opinionated, imbecilic American woman also hiking the trail. She gloms onto Bryson and his hiking companion and they feel duty-bound to stay with her until they are able to ditch her in a town where they are taking a zero-day (no hiking). This is an easy read and so light-hearted I found it impossible not to enjoy.
Running with Scissors by Augusten Burroughs (completed 9/2/2015). How this man survived his childhood, I will never know. In this part of a multi-part autobiography (Dry is the book that picks up the story next), Augusten starts out with both parents, one of whom is depressed, the other is manic-depressive/schizophrenic. Before long, his dad leaves, his mom has a melt-down and he is signed over to the care of his mom's psychiatrist, Dr. Finch. And he thought he had problems before! Dr. Finch and his family are all deeply disturbed people who are encouraged to let their anger out in public and to "be who they are," whatever that means. Mostly what it seems to mean is that the children are left without order or direction in their lives. As Augusten says on pg. 264, " The problem with not having anybody to tell you what to do, I understood, is that there was nobody to tell you what not to do." Reading this was like reading the first-person account of a car wreck except that the car-wreck was his life.
A Slip of the Keyboard by Terry Pratchett (completed 11/01/2015). This was the non-fiction writing of a fantasy/sci-fi writer I enjoy reading. Though I've not read his "Disc-World" series, I've enjoyed other works and thought I'd check out his last words, since he passed recently (March 12, 2015). Many of these were transcripts of speeches he had made and several of them were near duplicates, so I ended up skipping around a fair amount. However, he had some eloquent things to say about the fantasy genre and about his creations specifically that were worth reading. His voice came shining through these pages and what a voice it was! He will be missed.
We Were Brothers by Barry Moser (completed 11/19/2015). Picked this up from the library the week before Thanksgiving and finished it quickly. A short biography of a boy (and his brother) raised in TN just before and during the Civil Rights movement. His family was fundamentally racist and this account is the realization of one part of the family that his views have changed while the rest of the family has stayed mired in a hatred and misunderstanding that they don't even realize they have. Sadly, he never reconciled with his brother before his brother's early death. What this brought home to me was the way families are insular and so self-contained that there might be no room for outside voices. Plus, that it's hard to see inside yourself without first experiencing the world outside yourself.
Zoo by James Patterson (completed 12/28/2015). This one had been on my bookshelf for some time and I picked it up after Christmas for a little light reading. If the end of the world by dog (and other mammal) attack could be considered light reading. Usually, Patterson just goes in for murder, but this was a quasi-scientific apocalypse brought about by our use of cell phones and fossil fuels. Go figure. A fast, fun read.
Eva by Peter Dickinson (completed 12/29/2015). I read this after a student picked it up and did a book talk on it, convinced that the student had not read it but instead copied the description from the internet. This was the case, in fact, but I'm glad I read this, especially just after I'd read Zoo (reviewed above). Eva is the child of scientists who help run a chimpanzee "Pool" used for testing drugs prior to human trials. The book is set in a world over-run by humans where the animals have been pushed out of existence except for those who could live with or benefit humans. In the opening sequence, Eva, a golden-haired, blue-eyed child, wakes from a terrible car accident to find herself unable to move. She remains paralyzed while she discovers her "new" body. Despite being technically a sci-fi book (3-d technology is everywhere, called "shaper" tech and treated as a substitute for nature and a human tranquilizer), this story is a thought-provoking look at our relationship with our closest relatives and the natural setting that both of us need to survive.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Lessons from my dog
I’ve always had dogs. We bred Cocker Spaniels when I was a
kid and they were just part of the menagerie that included cats, rats, turtles
and hermit crabs. But I’ve always had dogs. In my married life, we’ve been
through three, with the latest being a shepard mix named Kyla. Our dogs have
been companions, protectors, jesters and confessors and we’ve always treated
them as part of the family. Except, we didn’t always take them for walks. Our
(my) excuse is that I’ve always had a big back yard for them to run around in.
Or I didn’t have time. Or I wanted to take the kids for a walk. Whatever.
Kyla needs to walk. When we get out the leash, she goes into
paroxysm of joy, wiggling with her whole body, eyes adoringly switching between
you and the front door. Doesn’t matter the time of day, how long the walk is or
who it taking her—she’s always game. I, personally, walk for exercise. When I
walk, I want to go, I want to sweat, I want to feel my calves burning at the
end. Kyla walks for the smells. She loves to smell all things. People, garbage,
grass, leaves, pavement. When she finds something especially wonderful to
smell, she will throw her 95-lb body to the ground, spreading out all four
limbs and stay there until all the lovely aroma has been fully absorbed. There
is no moving her at these times.
Our needs did not mesh. If I took Kyla for a walk, I didn’t
get a workout and got very frustrated, pulling the dog, feeling that I was
wasting my time. Not being a speaking creature, Kyla doesn’t say “Hey, I need
to smell this bush now, stop yanking my chain!” but I’m sure she was thinking
it. I needed to sweat, she needed to smell. So, I went on walks by myself,
pushing her away as I tied my sneakers, petting and hugging her when I returned
home, but leaving her there as I took care of myself. Until one day, I couldn’t
resist the sad, puppy dog eyes and leashed her up, purely for her own
enjoyment. We walked about half a mile. I didn’t look at my watch, I didn’t
pull on her leash. When she wanted to stop, we stopped. When she wanted to
cross the path, we crossed the path. When she began panting, we turned around
and went home. It was a great walk.
My dog taught me to recognize that I couldn’t always do it
all. Sometimes, a walk is just a walk. Sometimes grass needs to be smelled.
This is why I have a dog—sometimes she’s smarter than I am.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Teacher ABCs
I was looking at journal starters and found a great idea on this Tumblr page about making an alphabetical list of something important. I thought this would be a fun and easy way to give some higher level thinking to a topic of interest. Here's my sample, on teaching.
Alphabetical List of . . . Teaching
By: Amelia Beard Grissom
Are you aware of differences?
Bet on the quiet kid
Count on interruptions
Ditch preconceptions
Every day is a new start
For every kid that “gets it,” two or more don’t
Go for broke
Hit the stuff they’ll need in “real life”
Imagine the potential
Just breathe
Kids are all human beings
Love unconditionally
Make them think
No one is above the rules
Open your door
Put yourself in their shoes
Quiet reflection is good for the soul
Resist telling the answers
Search for a different way
Travel together
Uncomfortable silences promote learning moments
Video as a resource, not a distraction
Wallow in beauty
X-amine your reasons
Yell at the dog (if you have to)
Zorro and teachers—both mark for life
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Couch Glue
I think I've discovered a new force of nature. Couch Glue exerts a strong attraction to your soft seating of choice during the cold months, luring you away from the gym or the fitness videos. This force seems to increase in direct relation to the reduction of both light and outdoor temperature and is correlated to one's partiality to sedentary entertainment. Couch Glue's amount of force also increases with time.
OK, so maybe there isn't a force of nature called Couch Glue, but I sure felt something yesterday when I went home with the full intention of working out and became an immovable lump in front of the TV instead. When it's nice outside, I don't have any trouble going out on a walk or working in the yard. In fact, I look forward to getting outside during the work day and can't wait to change clothes and get out to feel the sun on my face.
When it's below freezing, the wind is whipping the remains of the leaves and snow or ice is spitting, that's when Couch Glue begins to exert its inexorable pull on my body and brain.
The question is now, how to fight against it? I've found if I can beat the light--that is I get into my workout clothes and to my designated spot to workout (even if it is in the basement where there is really no natural light), I'll workout. If I get home late and the sun has already set, that increases the pull of Couch Glue. If I sit down before changing, that increases the pull of Couch Glue.
They say recognizing your problem is the first step to solving it. Now that I've discovered Couch Glue, my struggle to overcome that force can begin. Wish me luck!
OK, so maybe there isn't a force of nature called Couch Glue, but I sure felt something yesterday when I went home with the full intention of working out and became an immovable lump in front of the TV instead. When it's nice outside, I don't have any trouble going out on a walk or working in the yard. In fact, I look forward to getting outside during the work day and can't wait to change clothes and get out to feel the sun on my face.
When it's below freezing, the wind is whipping the remains of the leaves and snow or ice is spitting, that's when Couch Glue begins to exert its inexorable pull on my body and brain.
The question is now, how to fight against it? I've found if I can beat the light--that is I get into my workout clothes and to my designated spot to workout (even if it is in the basement where there is really no natural light), I'll workout. If I get home late and the sun has already set, that increases the pull of Couch Glue. If I sit down before changing, that increases the pull of Couch Glue.
They say recognizing your problem is the first step to solving it. Now that I've discovered Couch Glue, my struggle to overcome that force can begin. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
The First Time
The First Time (modeled after Gary Soto’s Oranges)
The first time I saw
my child’s face I was 27
flushed, and sweaty with
the exertion of labor in Texas heat.
May. Flowers blooming
outside my window, my husband
Smiling before me, holding
my hand as I touched her tiny fingers, the one whose
fact of being burned my heart
night and day, in any weather.
The nurse raised her voice at me, until
the rest was done
all blood and tissue, towels crimson
with life. I grimaced,
touched my infant, and turned away
from the ugliness of the delivery room, toward
my future and my present
a newly grown human,
until we three breathed
in unison, a family.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Sore muscles
I've been thinking about using sensory images in my poetry. So, since we had poetry club today, I used some index cards and mined sensory images from this site: http://www.creative-writing-now.com/poem-starters.html to make four-five cards for each sense. Then I had my poets draw as many cards as they wanted, read the ideas and try to create a poem from one or more, concentrating especially on sensory images. I drew "sore muscles" and this is the poem I came up with:
Sore Muscles
Mouth wide in a lion's yawn,
my body greets the day
with each tendon stretching
longer, stronger.
Feet laced into sweat-scented sneakers.
Heel to toe, leaning into the second mile,
breath coming in pants.
Acid injected deep below my calves,
pinch and burn
slow fire licking my legs
wrapping knotted fibers
into muscles newly born.
Sore Muscles
Mouth wide in a lion's yawn,
my body greets the day
with each tendon stretching
longer, stronger.
Feet laced into sweat-scented sneakers.
Heel to toe, leaning into the second mile,
breath coming in pants.
Acid injected deep below my calves,
pinch and burn
slow fire licking my legs
wrapping knotted fibers
into muscles newly born.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Trip to Topeka
So my father, who is a history buff, took me to Topeka to see the capitol building today. It's extremely ornate--22 carat gold embellishments, hand-carved oak, imported marble and so on. Impressive, yes! Necessary? That's the question that kept circling in my head as we took the tour. Why is all this opulence necessary for senators and congressmen? Perhaps looking in the mirror-like marble floor helps politicians reflect wisely on public policy? Hard to say.
My children (13 and 18 years old) came along for the ride and my daughter commented on the John Curry paintings of John Brown. She's artistic so she could appreciate the effort that went into creating murals of the size that adorn the walls there. I enjoyed the larger-than-life statues of Amelia Earhart and William Allen White, two of my personal "hometown" heroes.
I've got to remember to play tourist more often. I've lived in this town 18 years and there is so much I still haven't seen. Just this last year I ventured out to 18th and Vine to the Blue Room. It's so easy to get stuck in our day-to-day routine that it often takes the prodding of someone outside of our comfort zone to get us to change.
My children (13 and 18 years old) came along for the ride and my daughter commented on the John Curry paintings of John Brown. She's artistic so she could appreciate the effort that went into creating murals of the size that adorn the walls there. I enjoyed the larger-than-life statues of Amelia Earhart and William Allen White, two of my personal "hometown" heroes.
I've got to remember to play tourist more often. I've lived in this town 18 years and there is so much I still haven't seen. Just this last year I ventured out to 18th and Vine to the Blue Room. It's so easy to get stuck in our day-to-day routine that it often takes the prodding of someone outside of our comfort zone to get us to change.
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