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Great Great Grand: A Lost and Lonely Girl
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Wednesday, September 26, 2012. A Lost and Lonely Girl. She was a woman, not a girl, probably early twenties. But she was a girl because I am an old man and she spoke with a hint of a baby's accent. I've never appreciated that way in which some women try to sound sexy, that clunky adult imitation of soft and sweet. It was in the AM. I thought I was cycling home faster than Yeager in the. X1 but couldn't have been faster than sound because. Do you have a lighter?
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Great Great Grand: April 2011
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Sunday, April 3, 2011. What intrigues me about a photo is the relationship between the subject and the person behind the lens. I like candid shots in which a photographer captures a subject's spontaneous relationship to something else. Although now we are too wise to the beauty of these images and must plan them as well. If a photo is a snapshot of the relationship between photographer and subject then what is a " selfie. Surely, not ourselves through our own ey...
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Great Great Grand: Western Civilization is Spiritually Bankrupt
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Tuesday, September 25, 2012. Western Civilization is Spiritually Bankrupt. Let's define spirituality as the feeling of being part of something bigger. A person at Church praying to God, being in the crowd at a playoff game, and reading Buddha's teachings are all examples. In each case we get to feel like we're part of something bigger than ourselves. But we have lost the eternal. Http:/ www.oklahomathundershop.us/. April 3, 2013 at 2:34 AM. 3 Levels of Analysis.
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Great Great Grand: September 2010
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Thursday, September 16, 2010. I couldn't sleep. The world caught up to me today. I had been submerged in schoolwork, throwing myself into crafting the ultimate center of gravity lesson plan. These bland "educational" resources are joining Betamax. As anecdotes to be brought up at history's wedding so we can all laugh at how crazy she was before she settled down. In my lifetime education will move online, dominated by a few resources that do learning right. Than ...
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Great Great Grand: September 2012
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Wednesday, September 26, 2012. A Lost and Lonely Girl. She was a woman, not a girl, probably early twenties. But she was a girl because I am an old man and she spoke with a hint of a baby's accent. I've never appreciated that way in which some women try to sound sexy, that clunky adult imitation of soft and sweet. It was in the AM. I thought I was cycling home faster than Yeager in the. X1 but couldn't have been faster than sound because. Do you have a lighter?
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Great Great Grand: November 2012
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Friday, November 23, 2012. Art What it is and what it is not. Reading about wealthy artist Damien Hirst. Angers me and talking/yelling with my roomie, M, has helped me figure out why. I have a pretty inclusive definition of art. I agree with Scott McCloud, it's pretty much everything we do that isn't directly related to survival (and even then we can't turn it off. For me, art is in the streets with the tricksters like Banksy, the madmen like Bosch and Werner He...
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Great Great Grand: I Lack Depth? Three Levels of Analysis
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Sunday, September 14, 2008. Three Levels of Analysis. When I teach, I'm constantly experimenting with new approaches. Occasionally, I surprise myself with something that really works. In a literature class, a student asked me a very straightforward question:. What do teachers mean when they say that my essay needs 'more depth'? Level 1 - The Story. But there is nothing inherently easy about this level of analysis. Simply grasping the story of so. By discovering ...
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Great Great Grand: The Joy of Coding
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A record for my Great Great Grandchildren. Thursday, June 5, 2008. The Joy of Coding. I worked in html for two websites and a user-friendly interface to make two video games ( See: my sweet Video game Art. Treeplanter Ryan dismounting from 4-Wheeler with his Zombie-killing shotgun. My dives are shallow but I've seen the depths of the coding abyss. The Scary Code Forest. It shouldn't do that. Make it not do that, okay? All webpages are text and images resting in an ugly series of boxes -as hideous as read...
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sussex: December 2012
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5 minutes in the closet with me. Monday, December 3, 2012. Cracktastic chocolate covered toffee. What a good way out of a baaaad mood. Whip up a batch of toffee, coat it with chocolate, fleur du sel, cacao nibs and pralines. Melt one cup of butter, add one cup of sugar and bring to a boil over medium heat. Stir constantly, and allow mixture to come to 280 degrees STIRRING CONSTANTLY. When it reaches 280, turn off the heat and continue stirring until it reaches about 290. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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sussex: February 2009
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5 minutes in the closet with me. Thursday, February 26, 2009. I'm sad that the friendly man representing a Muslim association at the university wouldn't shake my hand. I listened to his speech. He seemed nice. I had some doubts about his message, but we left on friendly terms. When I left and bid him a good day and tried to shake his hand. He put it across his heart and mumbled that he couldn't shake my hand. I had to get back to class, and walked away. I'm done with ye. You make me want to eat cheese.
