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It's been a while since I posted here. Wish I could post more, but I find I am busy and when I do write, it's not so much the creative sort, as I use my English Methods wiki alot. I will be posting here more frequently perhaps, as I get to explain, teach, and theorize a bit about blogs and wikis at Bemidji High school on Monday and perhaps Tuesday. I have the lesson plan pretty much done, and got some information on MUs from Morgan. It appears they are simply the general formulae for MUDs. No big deal.

I am beat. I have class tonight, then must study for a Spanish test in the morning, then do another student teaching practicum after that. The Spanish test, unless I suddenly grasp it tonight, will be painful. I will do it though. Just gonna have to go over about 3 chapters to regain what I have lost in a summer. Some of it is there, just can't formulate responses like I could before, even though that was my weak point last year as well.
Back to it.

Just a quick note today. I did my first student teaching practicum at the middle school today. Sixth graders it is, and I was handed some of the students that have trouble either in certain subjects or maybe even behavioral areas. The little guy I worked with was amiable enough and was diligent in his studies as we pieced through a book to work on his reading skills. I think I will like this. Hope it continues to go well. Drew, the Assistant Principal, and a man I have worked with previously while he was going to school, spoke with me afterward and gave me a few facts about grade school-middle school aged children as opposed to high schoolers. I think I would definately like high schoolers more, but for scheduling purposes, this is what worked out best--and the license I am headed for is for grades 5-12. We'll see.

The school load at times seems oppressive. The beginning of the week is usually tough, but by the end of the week I typically have it somewhat under control. Unfortunately though, I usually have alot of homework to do Thursday through Sunday, and I do a decent job of getting that done, but Monday through Wednesday my days are longer and it's much harder to get everything done.
I love my Spanish class but I feel extremely stupid right now. I lost so much vocabulary over the summer, and some of the conjugations of the verbs, so for the next two or three weeks I am going to have to do some back learning and some power catch up. I am determined to do this though, so I am hoping that with the dedication I will be able to rock this out.
I will, I will, I will.
The new Iron Maiden has moments, but it just isn't the same as Killers, Number -o- the Beast, or Piece of Mind. Mmmmmm. Piece of Mind. They were impressive live again, though. Saw them in Chicago this summer with Motorhead and Dio. Very nice. 2nd time for Motorhead, 3rd time for Dio, 12th time for Maiden. Dave Murray is a magician.

It is nice to see that some of my old classmates from the blogs and wikis class are still updating their blogs. At the same time, it makes me feel like a complete slacker, but not all of them have been doing it all summer. Some, like me, have just recently started posting again as they have prepared to return to school. Either way, it makes me want to keep up with the Jones' and continue posting, and continue posting I shall.
I am also excited that I get to work with Wikis again. Dr. Christensen's Methods class has a class wiki and also sub pages for everyone in the class to have their own. I started working on mine last night, just to make sure that the passwords and such would allow me to, and I got caught up in it and worked until nearly 3 in the morning. Wikis are definately addictive, at least for me. Now if I can just make it so that my blog becomes moreso. I guess I just don't know if I like public journalling, and that's what it seems like a blog is.
Perhaps I need to say more about more or more about less.
I will figure this out.
Haven't seen Matti for too long. Last time I saw her, she had black hair. Wonder if she's changed it yet. Ha~!

Hmmm. It didn't take my links on my last post. One more time?

and


hmmm. It's not taking it. Going to have to go and talk to the guru.

The last time I tried to place an entry, it did not post correctly. Blogger had changed some of their format, and in trying to respond to something that Dr. Morgan had posted concerning an online novel, it simply didn't go through. I feel somewhat sad that I didn't keep up on my blogging throughout the summer, and perhaps I can get back into the habit now that school has started once more.
On a great note, I am working with wikis once more and for whatever reason, I find them much more addictive. This perhaps seems much more like journaling, whereas the wiki feels more like academia, more purposeful. Either way, it's keeping me writing again, and learning ever more and more, which is really what this is all about no?
Dr. Morgan is awesome for moving forward with that class that i had last year, for it really did open up a new world for me and I want to keep digging away. So without further ado, here's the link!

The first is for my newest class, and the second is mine specifically~





Ciao!

Doc Morgan just posted a groovy link, the world as a blog...crazy.

Feeling pretty daffy. Got straight A's, (never tried that before) got two new jobs, and hope to work diligently all summer long. Thinking ahead to a Senior Project for my B.F.A. program in Professional Writing. Pretty awesome that it's one of only 13 Universities that has the program. Unsure what exactly it would truly qualify me for in the working world other than setting my mind in order concerning getting thoughts down in writing so that the work of patching things together can begin. Likely more of a degree in Professional Editing, not that I want to be an Editor, but I think most of the best writers are voracious in both reading and the practice of writing, but are much more concerned with the process of editing what they've regurgitated. I know some of that doesn't apply to contemporary literature, Tom Clancy for instance. I have heard that he now does not have an editor, and his books are much more muddled because of it. Either way, the battle rages.
Just bought a new Graham Masterton book, A Terrible Beauty. He's an old favorite of mine. Ikon rocked my world, shortly after my time in the service, I think it was...

Went to Canada with the boys last weekend. Absolutely crushed the walleyes. Averaged 3 limits per hour. (A limit is 4). We ate them twice, brought a limit home for each of us, and released the rest. Good lord is that fun. We would have had another limit the night before we left, but a pretty wicked storm came in and forced us off the lake. Went from being anchored to being blown into the bay. Pretty nasty. Thankfully we weren't far from home, cause you couldn't even see to Hatfield Island a half a mile away. Mother nature...she's got an attitude problem...

Well. It's been too long. Perhaps I can begin a somewhat regular schedule on this now. And it seems I have come full circle. The very first entry on this blog I did from class, being that this was what the class was all about and I had never heard of a blog or a wiki before.
Recently, I had tried to add my fantasy baseball teams in, The Billion Pound Shithammer is the N.L. and the Purple Headed Yogurt Slingers is the A.L. Somthing went goofy though and after a while of trying, I decided I would wait until I had more time.
Adios muchachos.
Hasta pronto!

Been a while since I posted to this space. I've been busy writing on other venues, and filling my belly with delicious booze. Friends of mine came up from all points south, two weekends in a row, so I let the belt out a notch and my hair down. (how does that work you ask, with a shorn mellon?) Well it was fun at any rate, and trouble was avoided when it reared its ugly head. Now I am staring spring training square and fantasy ball in the face trying to figure what I will end up with at the 10/11 pick in the NL. I'm thinking I will make the other fools pay with Abreu and Giles. Maybe Abreu and Kent. A solid two bagger would be nice. I have to think that Jeff Kent's numbers will be above and beyond his last two years in Sam Franks Disco, sitting in the lineup he now is in. Ah. What am I thinking. I'm the one that broke Leetch, Lemieux, Brown, Griffey, and Thomas. Different sports, but they've not been the same since they graced my team. And thinking of teams, of course my team name will be the same, but so many sites I visit have leagues with team names that are so non imaginative. I've always liked our league for the original names we've garnered over the years. Many have stayed the same. In hockey, I was always "Hotplate Heaven". In baseball, the American League, I was always, "The Best Crack I Ever Smoke". (As in, "I swear to god man, it was the best crack i ever smoke!") National League, ye olde senior circuit, is my favorite, though. Taken from the King of Gonzo Journalism, HST, and a chapter out of his book, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail, (was it that or Las Vegas?), either way, The Billion Pound Shithammer has a ring to it. For now though, I must get back to some scripting, as the Pembina Pelaton awaits!

Wow. Corporate America just had to do it ....

I was just reading Jessica's blog and on the 26th, there was a pretty cool entry. One at which I stare at from both sides of the plate. I read the Rosie O'Donnel dialogue form the movie along with her comments and I agree with it in principal. Vanity is an evil production played by both men and women. Being a big guy my whole life, I have seen the scenes played out in reverse. There were times that I was smaller, immediately after I got out of the service, then I got really big, then I lost alot of weight by working out in Pine Hall while the new Rec center was being built. I was squatting 405 pounds, benching 355, doing sets of flys with 70 and 80 pound dumbells. I was in shape and nearly getting "cut" at that time. Still had a little bit of a belly, 40 inch waist, though the smallest I got down to in the army was 37, and suddenly I had women talking to me for no reason what so ever. Never happened before other than the few relationships I'd had in the past that had come about by fate or whatever you may want to say determined it. Many of the new women that approached me were women that I had nothing in common with and couldn't hold a conversation, maybe it was just me. I ended my last relationship because when cuddling one night, I discovered 3 little sixes just inside her hairline behind her ear. But that's just it. People pass by possiblities every day without giving them a second glance. But it shouldn't be about "them". I think we have to simply learn to shine in our own skins. Work on what you can, but know that the core IS. I happen to agree that the women and men in the magazines and tv are plastic, interchangeable, and disposable, just like our society. They are products of it. For the most part, I quit watching tv along time ago because nothing had any relavance. Now I *really feel like an outsider. You know how tough it is to talk to people if you don't watch Survivor, Fear Factor, Friends, yada yada yada....? I would love to be able to find someone with the same interests as me, but I just don't think it's going to happen. As great as it was living in the middle of nowhere 3 months a year growing up (NW Ontario Canada), I was then missing out on alot of social interaction with friends and girls. It makes it easier for me to listen to the sound of my own skull perhaps, but it doesn't always stifle the din. Not to end the thought on a downer, but I resigned myself to the fact that I would die alone a long time ago.

Holy hannah. The new supergroup project by Dream Theater's drummer, Mike Portnoy, and fellow musicians, Kevin Matheos of Fates Warning, Kevin Moore, ex Dream Theater keyboardist and Chroma Key founder, is some kind of yummy. Chock full of crunchy goodness. Has a definate Pink Floyd feel to it in spots, and yet wow do they crunch. Gotta like E chord jams and minor scales. Makes me think of Schubert's 7th at times. I thought Spocks Beard would never leave my player. Foolish.

I was going to say what Mr. Morgan said, but he beat me to it. I hadn't checked my blog for a few days, and blam. New ownership.

In the line of thought concerning online personae, I almost fell out of my chair when I read one of the latest blips on The Onion. Wow. I thought it was hilarious.

Something is punky with the daybook page. It wouldn't load, so I figured I would come here and drop a thought. I have been doing some mulling about my project, and how to trim it down. I would very much like to do the entire family tree of music, but fear that it will be so vast that the research alone would take me 10 weeks. I could be entering the information all the while but don't know that it would be edible and ready for human consumption. A huge part of the writing process is indeed the cutting room floor. I would wager to guess that the flow would work better if I were to use the bands that I have seen as a starting point. Or perhaps my CD collection. Though they are in alphabetical order, that would give me reason to write them all out for better document/organization sake, which of those cd's are from bands that I've seen...alot I'd wager, though a bunch just popped into my head that are wishes. Frank. Blackfoot. At any rate, I guess alot of the cd's that I have might have some commonality in them through the music and the script. Percentage of metal to progressive would be arguable. Maybe. I dunno. It's 90% prog now. On my listening table. Then again, I did just see one of the pinnacles of metal not to long ago at First Avenue, and it far exceded anything I ever expected from them. I think I thought it would be much more raw and opressive and while it was likely the loudest concert I have experienced, the sound was so well produced it blew me away.
SO maybe that's it. My documented CD collection, including the bands I have seen along with commentary of the road and such. We'll see.

Aquí está lo que unos pocos de mis compañeros de clase de Universidad tuvieron que decir concerniendo el Bernstein Reúne la tarea de Sangre en su wiki:
(Here's what a few of my University classmates had to say concerning the Bernstein Meets Blood assignment on their wiki's)
Crystal's wiki
Juanita's wiki
Karl's wiki
Jason's wiki

Per protocol, (see that Fidelity?) here is a link to my Wiki.
It
is
ALIVE!!!!!!!

Great. This stuff is like beer. I want more. I think.

Whole lotta links on this blog. This blogger appears to have been blogging the blog out of this blog. More windows to other worlds. More more more....
Heapin helpins of homework.

I just read Russ T Nail concerning fish fatalities. I haven't set up my tank for two years but it was something I was pretty good at once. Firstly overfeeding is common in both our world and the the world of pets. My belly is testament as are some people's domesticated animals. Looking at the facts tho, I do believe a couple other factors can attribute. Firstly a 10 gallon tank can be really tough to maintain due to temperature fluctuation; nothing brings the ICK faster, and by having a larger tank, the temperature doesn't move so much, thereby making it a safer environment. Other than that, you just have to make sure they are hanging out with the right friends, not falling to peer pressure, smoking, drinking...mine used to play my albums at high volume until all hours of the night. It just took a little tough love.
Swimming with the wrong crowd is the window to more horrible opportunity.

Well bigosh, bigum, and bigolly. I finaly found a blog that I like out there on the vast electric canvas. It isn't anything super twisted, but some of the blogger's comments were pretty damn funny, and I especially like the NU KLEE ER section, lamenting about our somewhat oafish Commander in Chief's usage. I just blame it on his 'Youthability' and it all works better when it comes to his 'manueverness'. How bout the old dangling modifier...."I think I'll take the lantern out and chop some wood...."

Wouldn't an axe work better?

Well, I head off to class this a.m. behind the eight ball.
Worse things, ay?
At the end of the day. Spock's beard.

I still do not have an invitation to the daybook and such so I am locked out from a percentage of the assignments. This shouldn't be so difficult, and yet I feel like I wandering around lost. In the next day or so I want to have this all figured out so I can stay on top of this rather than being dragged behind it. This is becoming very frustrating.

I was finally able to look at the teams in our deadpool today. The spreadsheet was sent by our "commisioner" a while back, but being that I had no access to my hotmail with my computer, or at least with a computer with software that applied, I was unable to look at it. Last year I had four down, out of my group, rest their souls, but the combined ages were not low enough to take the Coffin. Here's my team:
Terra Inferma
Yukichi Chuganji
Gordon Lightfoot
Mary Christian
Al Lopez
Claude Levi-Strauss
Nick Nolte
Henri Cartier Bresson
Michael DeBakey
John Kenneth Galbraith
Edward Teller
Alistair Cooke
George Beverly Shea
Les Paul
C. Douglas Dillon
Elia Kazan

Unfortunately, we drafted late on the night of the 11th of January, and my fourteenth pick, C. Douglas Dillon died the day prior, unbenounced to me, so I cannot get credit for him. I was really banking on having the first pick overall this year and spending in on the Excitable Boy himself as he is in the hurt locker.
Some people find the prospect of this to be horrible, but you gotta go sometime.
Initially, we picked up the practice from a group of middle aged women a friend of mine used to work with back in 1995. They informed us of their basic ground rules and we drafted our teams the next year. I won in 1996, as I had George Burns and Tupac Shakur among others. This year, I am not so confident in my staff, though Yukichi is the oldest man alive in Japan, and Mary Christian is the oldest living women in the United States so there certainly is promise, if you can call it that.
Gotta run and do some reading but I should be back soon for updates and such.
To the end, Inferma!!

Okay! It seems I am no hooked up to the net in the sanctuary that is my room, so now I can work at all hours of the day and night. Now I just need to get a desk of some make and manufacture, because as I type this I am in bed, and my mousepad is an old yearbook from my basic training cycle back in 1983. But I am now connected, and though I just checked my email and some errors occured, I am that much closer! Have at you~!

Well if THIS isn't one of the coolest things.....talk about a node in a tree concerning Wikis....wow. I think I like these wikis. They are gooder.

Still have no true access to the ISP. Searched for a long time tonight for various blogs on the web. There does seem to be a billion of them though at present none inspire me. The battle rages on.
I have a mighty powerful headache. Sleep.

I lost a couple of days last week to sickness. For the first time since I don't know when, I actually had the flu. At least I think it was a variant of that. Had it coming out both ends Wednesday, Thursday, and was simply hot and cold most of Thursday and Friday. Very tired. I drove south Friday morning to meet my family in St. Paul. It was my parent's 50th wedding anniversary. It was a great couple days, I guess. Definately with the 'parental units', and the stories that everyone has. A book was compiled, literally, by my sister Alison, as she had old family friends email, snail mail, and anyway possible-communicate old stories to be compiled with pictures that they also sent along for the task. Seeing it all in print, hearing other person's thoughts on Bob and Barb; pretty damn funny, it was, but then we're pretty odd. In a good way.
I was able to see my sister Gayle for the first time in 26 years. A quarter of a century, plus. She left with the water carnival in 1976 after a spat with Bonzai Bob. No, we're not stubborn, we just see it our way. Amends had been made some years ago, though I and my sister Susan had not seen Gayle since the day. I had Western Unioned her $500.00 back in the late 80's when I was initially going to school. She needs family when she needs money, I guess, and that does create an odd adversarial tension at present.
Seeing her again does not torment me, really, other than it did not play out as I had envisioned it happening as the chasm of time expanded. She is my sister, yet I had nothing of any relevence to say to her. I don't know her. I know some classmates as well as I know her, and I feel truly an island unto myself. Still puting lotion on the timetan.
It is in change that things find purpose.
Leviticus was a wise mammajamma.

I was just at Ayleen's blog and see that a reference was made to slashdot. Great minds think alike? Also, I think I remember Mr. Morgan referring to a MUD on Wednesday, and meant to say something about them, because not long ago I played a pretty fun one called Illusions of the Mind. They are a blast and remind me of a time when, in seventh grade and onward up into my senior year, we used to let ourselves into the University and use up their "time" on MECC by usurping usernames and locking ourselves into days on end of fighting clay golems, shambling mounds, and animated statues. Myself and my friends had our own "dossiers" with the BSU plastic cops. Sorry Casey, but the statute of limitations has passed, correct? I was a minor. I didn't know what I was doing. Is this a cell phone? I don't know you.....

Cram the info into cracks.
Crushes what I knew before.
Crude re-invention.

I saw on Rantinrogue's blog a list of music. Its my release. Better than beer. Well, when there is no beer. Or Booker's.
But thinking of music, I think of course, of the name of this blog, which comes from Frank himself in a song titled, Packard Goose.
He's perhaps the one artist I never saw that I wish I had. I was set to go to his "Jazz From Hell" tour way back when, and a test in some class dictated otherwise. (When did that ever stop me?) I figured what the hell, I will see him next time he comes around, and of course he never toured in the United States again. He went and visited Vaclav Havel in Czechoslovakia and gave a concert and speeches among other things, with his tour, "The Best Band You've Never Heard in Your Life" and was diagnosed with colon cancer shortly thereafter. So much for smoking lettuce, ay Frank?
In the event anyone is ever in the Milwaukee area, though, there's a sweet little venue that has some highly righteous acts come through, by the name of Shank Hall, which originally was a fictious venue from "This is Spinal Tap" and ambitious entrepreneur took it upon himself to open up a club of the same name. I've seen some pretty groovy acts there, such as Ozric Tentacles, Frank Marino and Mahogany Rush, and Wishbone Ash. Of course it doesn't hurt that the club happens to be in the heart of Beer country in WisconSIIIIIIIIIIN.

Just taking a quick swing through some of the other blogs from the daybook, and I see on the crustyprofessor's blog and he mentions macs, their software, and the politcal arena around it all. There is a site a friend had recommended to me a while back that is for the most part anti-Micro$oft so being that earlier, the retail goliath, Walmart had been brought up, if you like looking at the little people chip away at the giants, then take a Gander. An old friend of mine is still managing a little sporting goods store in town, and it makes me wonder how Gander Mountain will chomp down on his business. I spoke with him and he doesn't feel like there is true competition as he can "deal" more than they can and they have different products, but he did mention he is peering at other avenues for the future. The town I grew up in looks more and more like a suburb ever day. Similar but vastly different.

Just unpacking some of my crud and corruption, not that I have any space to unpack it to as of yet, but uncovered some of my favorite books. Presently an author living in Minnesota, who wrote with Terry Pratchett, and perhaps still does, Neil Gaiman, is definately worth a read. Take a look~
http://www.neilgaiman.com/

Que ondas. I am truly dumb all over. Up at six and to school by eight. Locked. Couldn't even get into the bibliotech. MLK day. I coulda gone out and partied last night. If I had money. If I had time. If I had fellow delinquents. Back to the grind for the day, there's certainly other writing I can do, and shall.

It seems my site has not set up as intended so there is more initial work to be done. As my access to the net is presently limited I can only hope to get at this problem a small step at a time. Forcefully jumping back into academia would be some much easier than falling. I will gain control of the wheel, though my mind is not yet prehensil.

It was cold this morning, I felt the iced air run through my hair...on my back.