Sunday, August 31, 2014
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
What you find on a piece of paper?
I haven't read by Tim O'Brien: The Things They Carried
yet I am going through some papers in a bag I carried
to my class last year.
Here are a few of the places to visit on a piece of paper:
The Ragged Cot ( pub and rooms) in England
If you are planning a trip, read this from The Guardian.
If you are not planning a trip, read it anyways. It will lift your heart to England.
Quintessentially English: a shop and online for organic handmade beauty products.
Another name no longer exists as a blogger or artist from my piece of paper.
Isn't it amazing I can hold onto a small piece of paper thinking it has important
information on it!
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014
all the world's a stage
Getting ready for 16 students ( 2 missing so 18 ... our top number like this PNEU school
in Cambridge) are coming tonight with snacks and a play : As You Like It.
A musical comedy by the Bard: more songs than any other play. Thinking of Much Ado about Nothing with its songs. Thankfully, I have many musicians in the tutorial.
Looking up performances:
Helen Mire, who I just saw in 100 Foot Journey, played Rosalind in 1978.
Lawrence Olivier played Orlando in his first Shakespeare performance: 1936
Kenneth Branagh, my favorite Shakespeare actor, directed a performance set in Japan?
2006. Kevin Kline got an award for his performance as Jacques.
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Monday, August 25, 2014
It was and still is such a pretty day. A pretty Monday!
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Wednesday, August 20, 2014
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.”Annie Dillard from The Writing Life
New blog to read : Catching Days
and she is reading through all of Shakespeare's plays, 38 in the order he wrote them!
Plus she interviews authors to see how they spend their days. Good tips on writing from
a student of Annie Dillard: here.
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names of paintings on a sheet
Cleaning out papers and found the sheet from the HIGH MUSEUM
in Atlanta when we went to see Vermeer's " The Girl with the Pearl Earring."
Here are a few of the other paintings I wrote down from the Dutch Masters.
A good book to read online or find a copy::
Great title to this one and wonderful to do as a Picture Study:
Jan Steen, ‘So the Old Sing, So Twitter the Young’, c.1665, oil on canvas. Mauritshuis, The Hague
Found this online and so precious and you can see the size of the painting:
Rembrandt's Simeon Song of Praise ( 16690 was extraordinary and breathtaking:
( Simeon's Lofzang)
Ter Berch's Woman Writing a Letter
I have this name down and this French art critic bought many of Vermeer's paintings:
The Old Lacemaker by Maes
Pieter de Hooch (Rotterdam 1629–1684 Amsterdam)
A Man Smoking and a Woman Drinking in a Courtyard, ca. 1658–1660.
Carel Fabritius (MiddenbeeThe Goldfinch, 1654.
mster 1622–1654 Delft)
I love this painting ! It is by a student of Rembrandt and has no Rembrandt-ish influence. I have Donna Tartt's book to read. If you like language, here is how to pronounce some of the Dutch artist's names: here and for Rembrandt here.
List of movies on Vermeer: here.
Wonderful full site here
I love Signatures.
Oil on canvas, 44 x 38.5.cm.
Johannes Vermeer and his wife Catharina Bolnes, they had 15 children.
Portrait of Giovanni(?) Arnolfini and his Wife
(detail of signature and date)
Jan van Eyck
Oil on oak, 82.2 x 60 cm.
National Gallery, London
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
to be here
Ireland, West Coast, County Kerry
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loving the word " spacious"
This morning four seniors came to jump start the year and see around the bend.
I told my 4 seniors about this word " Spacious living" and used " magnanimous"
alongside it. Charlotte Mason said ,
“The question is not, -- how much does the youth know? when he has finished his education -- but how much does he care? and about how many orders of things does he care? In fact, how large is the room in which he finds his feet set? and, therefore, how full is the life he has before him?”
( School Ed. , Vol. 2)
They have traveled into the world this summer and now step into this last year of high school.
A thesis paper stares at them. We talked about being passionate about something to spend
so much time in books and then writing to persuade the reader to your causes. We prayed.
We ate. We talked about this quote:
...my future seemed to stretch out before me like a straight road. I thought I could see along it for many a milestone. Now there is a bend in it. I don’t know what lies around the bend, but I’m going to believe that the best does. It has a fascination of its own, that bend... ( Anne of Green Gable, chap 38)
They left full.
We talked about kingdom pace living.
They left and then it rained.
I imagine grace was falling upon them.
spacious: vast, extensive, wide, having large amble room
( not my window but isn't it lovely)
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Sunday, August 17, 2014
are your days spacious?
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Saturday, August 16, 2014
Had some of this THIS weekend
“Le Déjeuner,” an early painting by Claude Monet
means " to have lunch."
Good , good essay on this: Looking at lovely things—and people—can improve quality of life.
From Atlantic Magazine: here.
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Thursday, August 14, 2014
the best day in August
Blue Carolina sky.
Wash out on the line.
Wish I could have a tea outside, well , I did by myself.
Here are some very cute things:
Sweet Pea Felts
Cabbages and Roses in London
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014
In the cool of the evening , I finished Jayber Crow.
I will miss him. He may be behind the
scenes of another Berry book., for they all live in Port Williams
His life's calling made me be.
His love made my eyes see brighter and deeper.
He made me be quiet as the evening chirps rose up to a chorus.
The very last sentence in the story was brillant.
Next re- read:
Using this book for me:
Reading Like a Serpent: What the Scarlet A Is About by
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Monday, August 11, 2014
Jayber Crow: looking for a well lived life
I am almost done with Wendell Berry's favorite book: Jayber Crow.
My favorite is Hannah Coulter. BUT I want my students to read a story
Steven Garber calls it a book of pilgrimage. " with the ability to grow one's heart."
How is the vocation of a barber similar to being a pastor?
This book illustrates many, many stories of a place called Port Williams where
many give each other a cup of cold water. Isn't that what Jesus said to do?!
How do you love your neighbor?
"On Sunday mornings I go up to ring the bell and sit through the service. I don't attend altogether for religious reasons. I feel more religious, in fact, here beside this corrupt and holy stream."
Do you see Berry's weltanschauung?
: “If you have lived in Port William a little more than two years, you are still, by Port William standards, a stranger, liable to have your name mispronounced”
Trust takes time. We feel as those in Port Williams: the crushing feeling of modern life.
There are echoes of Dante : Jayber's love for Mattie Chatham is like Beatrice and a few
lines referring to the circles of Hell made me smile. The Inferno.
Your heart feels just like it does in Jan Karon's Mitford , although it is harder to break into Port Williams and there is agrarianism , farmers abounding.: “One was, I felt at home. There is more to this than I can explain. I just felt at home. After I got to Port William , I didn’t feel any longer that I needed to look around to see if there was someplace I would like better”
I don't know of many books that give wisdom within a story as to how to be content
and to examine life. Jayber's gives us his journey of vocation and belonging. You want to have him cut your hair!
What I sent my students tonight with a map and geneology of Port Williams:
( Wendell Berry)
Wendell announces that in response to our culture of instant messaging, he has just founded a new cause, the Slow Communication Movement. Certainly we embody that spirit today, and it feels good. ( interviewer using a small notebook) It is a more leisurely, more deliberate form of communication, and it isn’t limited to 140 characters.
As you read Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry:
Remember to copy sentences or ideas that strike you for beauty, goodness and truth.
Just copy in your journal Beautiful crafted sentences.
( disregard the curse words...! It is the flavor Berry gave the book )
Jayber wrestles with the big ideas of life. THINK upon how he tests what he believes.
It took him a lifetime to live into the questions he posed to Dr. Ardmire in the beginning of the book.
( in seminary)
Think about as you read:
Did Jayber become wiser? What is membership?
What is community ?
Berry pronounces so much to be good in this story which is being crushed by modern life.
Wendell Berry’s “weltanschauung” ( worldview) is mirrored in Jayber’s life story and introspection.
Think about what is important to living a life well lived.
This is a story about calling.
How did Jayber Jayber find what he was called to do?
What is education? What does his vocation do for others?
This is Wendell Berry’s favorite novel.
Mine is Hannah Coulter.
a fun quote:
He famously doesn’t own a computer and has written all of his books in longhand.
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Saturday, August 9, 2014
willingness to trudge
“All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge.
There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere.
However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods.
It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow.
The woods is one boundless singularity.
Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass.
For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle.
In a way, it would hardly matter.
At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already.
But most of the time you don’t think.”
Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods*
photo from The Murmuring Cottage
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Thursday, August 7, 2014
To Die For by John Blase
I keep rereading this poem.
To Die For
I’m sure I don’t understand everything that was involved
but some evenings when the breeze is slight but jazzy
and the shadows are almost honest I feel I’ve a hunch
as to why God thought this world was to die for.
I’ve got nowhere near the courage God has but I’d like to
believe that if presented with the same chance to take
one for the team that I would have taken it, shame and all.
Again, this would not be due to broadly shoulders but rather
of possessing a ticker that’s a sucker for lemonade stands
manned by the pure of heart that refuse to close up shop early
because surely there’s one more righteous neighbor willing
to pay for a cup of cold sweetness before the day’s end.
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Wednesday, August 6, 2014
and another poem
Love Poem No.18
by John Blase
I wasn’t looking for you when I first saw you. What I’m saying is you surprised me. I don’t usually like surprises but I liked the looks of you. Maybe that’s why my young man plans became as dross and you became every waking thought, and a few asleep too. To think I could have missed seeing you that day chills me now, for where then would my heart be? I suppose I would have married another and had other children and lived a different life, an expected life. But it would not be the one that took me by surprise. What I’m saying is when I thank God for my life what I’m really talking about is seeing you.
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The Next Day
There are times when as a writer you must practice forbearance. Some evenings the pall of death is so heavy halfway around the world that you search for paper and pen to try and make your sense of it. Better to go mow the emerald grass in diagonal rows and pull purple thistles from the fence and startle the grey rabbit beneath the shade tree and speak to your very much alive neighbors as they walk by while the summer wind chills the sweat inching down your back and for reasons unknown you suddenly recall the sinful smell of your grandfather’s tobacco mingled with the memory of the tears in your wife’s eyes as the doctor placed your firstborn son in the crook of her arm and life demanded on.
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Monday, August 4, 2014
We turned the page of the calendar and many books over the weekend.
I went in and out of town and brought back books. New and old.
I almost have first semester planned. Well, I am one who grabs onto ideas
right when I am doing something or about, so I have a list of books, paintings,
composition books, geography books, and rereading our summer read:
I am halfway done with Jerram Barrs' Children's Literature course from Covenant Seminary.
I have a few books to read for it before I move on.
"And I remember how, as the days and the winds passed over, the foliage shifted and sang."
from the Murmuring Cottage
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