A Ghost of Daisies

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

~Dylan Thomas, 1951

For Ted Kennedy’s burial today. God bless and God speed, good sir.

I recommend reading this long but great interview with John Lasseter’s success about what makes Pixar movies great (animator driven storylines and great collaboration) and bringing classic Disney 2D animation back to the playing field. I wrote my final paper for undergrad about the lost art form of 2D animation so I’m glad it’s making a comeback.

Inspired by my best friend’s daughter’s first day of kindergarten, I’ve decided to upload my family’s kindergarten memories.

Me age five in August 1990.

My family was going through a divorce when my brother started kindergarten in August 1991 so there isn’t a photo of his first day. Therefore, I’m posting a photo of us in December 1990 hugging it out.

And finally, my bratty sister’s first day in August 1994. She’s four years old.

I drew these guys in the margins. The most notable thing about today’s Collections Management class was that I was 20 minutes late after having circled the Commuter parking lots for 40 minutes. I then had to walk nearly half a mile to get to class. >_> We talked about ourselves a bit and then discussed what is a collection. It got heated at several points and I was surprised that we were not just moving on. I disagreed with some of the assessments but I worked on my doodles instead.

The teacher’s advice was to come to school 45 minutes before class starts to try and catch the parking spots of those who leave for lunch. This will be a long semester on Tuesdays.

I carefully packed the essentials with me: a 5 subject notebook, an agenda, netbook, textbook, my wallet and cellphone. I only changed clothes once opting from a white and pink skirt & top for black capris and a favorite shirt covered in crowns. My hair came next with my bangs parted on the opposite side and a long ponytail. I carried my homemade “leather” purse and the totebag I had decorated as part of my birthday present from Sarah.

(sorry the sentences are run ons, I’m tired)

When I got to class, I attempted to work my way through the long instructions from IT on how to hook my computer to the school’s network. I was met with failure. Class began and I laughed a lot, the teacher not so bad or scary. A few faces were familiar to me thanks to orientation. During the break, I met up with the girl I had met online and we went to look for our department’s HQ upstairs. Another woman joined us. We got lost but eventually found our way, but I was still late for class by the time I got back. It’s a long walk from the back of the classroom to the front while the teacher is talking. >_>

We introduced ourselves. I rambled about being inept at video games but could build and troubleshoot computers as my “fascinating nugget.” For my career plan I said I’m getting my School Media Coordinator’s Licensure along with certification in Museum Studies. I want to work for the federal government, or I’ve been watching too much Bones. The students laughed. There are some assignments online that I have to read and post to the online forum. Participation both in class and online is very important. I can deal with this.

After class I walked out with the internet girl and we made plans to meet up tomorrow after our next shared class. We’re going out for coffee. It’s not a terrible way to start out at a new school. I’m falling asleep but I’ll be writing about class each day from here on out.

If you don’t know what Caturday is, you can read about here at your own risk (warning: language and not for the easily distracted or you might lose time clicking through links). To be safe, just let’s say it’s about cute cat photos and I’m presenting Celeste’s adventure out on the balcony for your Sunday browsing pleasure.

This great article from CNN.com made me cry over my cereal this morning. Enjoy.

I have a big update in store where I’ll be finding a more approriate WordPress theme for this blog as I document my new life as a library and information studies grad student.

Please wait!