Tim Russert and NBC joined the ranks of Rupert Murdock and George “Goober” Lindsey Sunday during the final part of Meet the Press. My guess is that everybody who’s anybody newsworthy is fleeing the media to either hunker down on the campaign trail or enjoy a two-weekend Thanksgiving break while English-as-a-second language minions at Wal-Mart [...]
Archive for November, 2007
Reading Sunday Tea Leaves and Spore
Posted in thoughts, writing on November 18, 2007 | No Comments »
Who’s Smarmy Now?
Posted in writing on November 17, 2007 | No Comments »
You thought you could manipulate us
as though we were all mindless gnomes
n a computer game.
You turned a respected General
Into a lying toadie for your deceit.
You bullied your way to war
and invented faux-facts
tailored to your lurid pre-text.
You cackled in delight
on an aircraft carrier
“somewhere out at sea”
saying you could not wait for its
eventual return to safe harbor
although [...]
Ripples - a poem/song
Posted in arts, writing on November 17, 2007 | No Comments »
Ripples
by Job Conger
From the stone tossed to the water,
Ripples emanate beyond.
From the bouquet gladly given,
Ripples yes, and common bond.
In the storn-tossed voyage onward,
Breaking waves on bow and shore, Consequence of stones and roses:
Ripples of our lives and more.
Some with unprotected beaches
Disappear beneath the wave
When the surf from fickle antic
Steals the land; leaves nought to save.
But [...]
High School Physical Education
Posted in writing on November 17, 2007 | No Comments »
I didn’t hit the sack until about 4:30 Friday morning. I had “divined” that with two sub teaching days under my belt this week, I wouldn’t be called Friday. Happily (yawn) I was mistaken.
<>I had ignored an earlier call Fri morn, not looking at the time and telling myself it was one of the charge [...]
High School Study Hall and Poetry: Tick Talk
Posted in arts, writing on November 16, 2007 | No Comments »
I’ve been blessed with the substitute teaching lately. There have been years when I’ve not set foot in a school until after Christmas. This year is shaping up to be the best yet. Take Thursday.
The call came in before 7:30 Wednesday night: Could I do Bueinss all day tomorrow? HAILyes, and thanks for calling.
The substitute [...]
SEC’s Troubles
Posted in thoughts, writing on November 13, 2007 | No Comments »
Last night when I tuned into WSEC at tenish to watch Charlie Rose, I encountered a pothole on the path to a predicably enjoyable hour of the best current events interviewer and diverse cavalcade of guests on the air — even better than Jim Leach, believe it or not, nudge-nudge, wink-wink. The program seemed slow [...]
Portrait of a Substitute Teacher
Posted in arts, writing on November 10, 2007 | 6 Comments »
Just so the Arts readers don’t disparage me for filing this in their marquee, let me ‘zplain I YAM a poet and a photographer. Substitute teaching is what I do to keep from losing my house. Understood? Hoquay then . . .
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It’s been a good week in classes. A Tuesday teaching high school health in [...]
Saturday, November 10, 11 — 2 Vachel Lindsay Birthday Party Performance
Posted in arts, writing on November 7, 2007 | No Comments »
The 128th birthday party observance and celebration of Springfield poet Vachel Lindsay will take place at Vachel Lindsay Home State Historic Site, 603 S. Fifth Street, Springfield, Illinois from 11am — 4:30 pm. Slated to appear are The Vachel Lindsay Repertory Group. students from Lanphier High School in period costumes reading Vachel poems, Dan Gullory [...]
Save Springfield’s Maisenbacher House
Posted in thoughts, writing on November 5, 2007 | 13 Comments »
Picutred above: the Maisenbacher house, Seventh at Scarrit. Abraham Lincoln knew this house when he lived in Springfield. Many good citizens (innocent until proven illegal) are urging Springifeld Clinic not to destroy it. Pictures at this posting are thumbnailed. Click on any for a larger view and “Back” to return to this posting.
Late last [...]
Dodged a Bullet
Posted in thoughts, writing on November 5, 2007 | No Comments »
Over the weekend, I’ve held my brreath, the way we used to hold something else when we were determined to make Wheeling, West Virginia by sundown and we were told we had taken our last rest stop two hours ago. On Sunday I opened my last property tax bill, HOPING that the amount remaining due [...]
