and now for something completely different...
I've said in the past that I might use this blog for things other than technology or teaching. So here we go. One from the archives: a moment in march 03/07/04 dabbed colors blur on the edge of vision and what cost is our sight worth? forgive me for the moment surrendering to the melancholy to fatigue, to often grim realities etched in stone for history. this night is hopeful maybe because of lessons learned- sometimes it’s in the breathing, still others, when it abruptly stops... do we perceive ourselves as those few lines in newsprint? or is this, “the stuff of life” greater than that? are my dreams stil...