Step Back Jack!
Ah man, I was doing my bestest to ignore this bloggo right into the deep rearview but my nemesis Jacko had time on his hands and raised this very good point:
"Who cares if you have work to do and are too busy, you created that blog-o-baby and it needs constant feeding."
Aight, Jack. You'll get yours.
Where to start? Summer in the burbs and hot as tick fart. When Otis and I hit the woods for our afternoon walk, the bugs are too burned out to bite. They just lay panting on the rocks as we pass, fanning themselves with three, sometimes four of their legs. The birds here have quit flying into windows but instead smack right into the ACs.
(Yes, that's a road. Or is it now?)
Just back from a week in Maine, which is about my favorite place in creation. Woods, water, people in no rush. Evenings cool and well lubricated by fermented or distilled concoctions. On the morning of the fourth, in Brooklin, a small town near the coast, we were ambushed by an Independence Day parade that was absolutely lacking in cynicism. It was like a twenty minute long piece of milk chocolate. Before that, Milwaukee for a long weekend, for the Alexander Graham Bell convention. A beautiful event in a convention center so big I burned off a pound a day just walking back and forth to the restroom. Gave a couple talks about The Unheard which went well, and which, really, can now be summarized in just a few lines.
Namely: Darling! We are all ok. We are all loved. Aim to forgive. Every moment holds the grace you seek! God is right here. Still, put on your seatbelt.
Busy week now as I’m trying, with Mike Chorost, to finish the syllabus and reading list of the course we’ll be teaching this fall. Titled History of Change, the course will look at how minorities have adapted to evolving societies through history, and then we’ll encourage the students to relate it back to Gallaudet’s current situation, which, despite some recent gains, continues to be fraught with unknowns.
I’m also pushing to finish a draft of my novel, now tentatively titled, “The thing I really should have finished a while ago but Jeopardy was on and also this weird new game show where they hit people.” No, not really. It’s an interesting book; and has been a wonderful opportunity to work out ideas about death and issues with my folks.
Tons of other irons are in the fire, none of which, apparently, have any money attached to them. I’m skilled like that.
Now then, to tie up some loose threads. The woman I picked up at the airport: beautiful as the day is long. Don’t believe your eyes. The movie of The Unheard: eh, boarded the wrong train and is lost in Alberta. The Obama-Clinton split: people, please. Everybody’s already won.
Gratefully then, I take my leave with the happy dance:
"Who cares if you have work to do and are too busy, you created that blog-o-baby and it needs constant feeding."
Aight, Jack. You'll get yours.
Where to start? Summer in the burbs and hot as tick fart. When Otis and I hit the woods for our afternoon walk, the bugs are too burned out to bite. They just lay panting on the rocks as we pass, fanning themselves with three, sometimes four of their legs. The birds here have quit flying into windows but instead smack right into the ACs.
(Yes, that's a road. Or is it now?)
Just back from a week in Maine, which is about my favorite place in creation. Woods, water, people in no rush. Evenings cool and well lubricated by fermented or distilled concoctions. On the morning of the fourth, in Brooklin, a small town near the coast, we were ambushed by an Independence Day parade that was absolutely lacking in cynicism. It was like a twenty minute long piece of milk chocolate. Before that, Milwaukee for a long weekend, for the Alexander Graham Bell convention. A beautiful event in a convention center so big I burned off a pound a day just walking back and forth to the restroom. Gave a couple talks about The Unheard which went well, and which, really, can now be summarized in just a few lines.
Namely: Darling! We are all ok. We are all loved. Aim to forgive. Every moment holds the grace you seek! God is right here. Still, put on your seatbelt.
Busy week now as I’m trying, with Mike Chorost, to finish the syllabus and reading list of the course we’ll be teaching this fall. Titled History of Change, the course will look at how minorities have adapted to evolving societies through history, and then we’ll encourage the students to relate it back to Gallaudet’s current situation, which, despite some recent gains, continues to be fraught with unknowns.
I’m also pushing to finish a draft of my novel, now tentatively titled, “The thing I really should have finished a while ago but Jeopardy was on and also this weird new game show where they hit people.” No, not really. It’s an interesting book; and has been a wonderful opportunity to work out ideas about death and issues with my folks.
Tons of other irons are in the fire, none of which, apparently, have any money attached to them. I’m skilled like that.
Now then, to tie up some loose threads. The woman I picked up at the airport: beautiful as the day is long. Don’t believe your eyes. The movie of The Unheard: eh, boarded the wrong train and is lost in Alberta. The Obama-Clinton split: people, please. Everybody’s already won.
Gratefully then, I take my leave with the happy dance:
posted by Josh at 4:33 PM
4 Comments:
people, please. everybody's already won.
:) thanks to jack. i have been waiting for your update. they are always a pleasure to read. the dancing video of matt is wonderful. so cute seeing the children dance and heartfelt to see the places all over the world, inspite of our differences, everyone dances the same.
thanks josh and again, jack.
*smile*
Josh,
I cited a part of your book (pg. 160) on my blog...if it's a problem, send me an email and I'll take it off. Thanks, Jodi
jodi@rallycaps.net
Question: Will you be teaching a creative writing class at Gallaudet? If so I would love to take a class. I read an excerpt of your book and I like your style of writing.
not teaching a creative writing class, but i will be mentoring writers there. drop me a line at joshswiller(at)gmail and we'll set something up. cost is one million dollars.
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