- Work has been kind of nuts. Referring back to that entry where I said I hated change, I think I can mention it now since every one I was talking about is gone. About 4 people quit in the space of a month for various reasons - going back to school, getting hired for their dream job, moving away to live with her boyfriend and getting a job that pays more.
It looks like as a result of the most recent guy quitting I'm going to be making a big shift in responsibilities to project management, and hopefully a raise follows. We'll see what happens, has to all get approved by the upper dudes. I have a feeling I'll get something more, maybe less than that position typically or traditionally deserves, but enough to make a happy little difference in my life. Wish me luck!
- I'm planning to have a table at the September "Buy Fresh, Buy Local" Artwalk. Hoping to make some cash at that, need to build up my inventory a bit more. Potential for a LOT more people to come buy than during the Farmer's Market, which I've also been doing a bit with my brother this last month. I don't make much, but it's fun to be outside and hang with him a bit, and I think he likes it too.
- Still doing my poetry workshop, it's a bit of a pinch since it's from 1-3pm on Wednesdays, but I eat lunch at my desk and then they do my poem first, or some weeks I don't bring one so I actually have a chance to hear the others. It's always surprising to find out things like "oh wow, my poem has subtext!" or "oh wow, I almost didn't come this week because I thought this was crap, and it turns out they like it the best!"
- I'm ALSO taking on a Photoshop class and a guitar class from Indian Hills community college! The Photoshop one is online on my own time (just have to get all the assignments done by the end of the semester), and my friend Laura is doing it too, so we'll have each other to work with. The guitar one is in Ottumwa, which is a tiny bummer with the driving, BUT it's cheap, and since I'll be doing that driving, and I have Spanish audio lessons, I can do my Spanish on the drive up and back, so Thursdays will be my "school nights" and I can finally study what I've been complaining about for what, 6 years? Spanish and music! whoo!
The only problem is I've just found out that I got the wrong textbook, AND Indian Hills doesn't support Macs, so I'd be taking the course "at my own risk" if I do it on my computer with Firefox. Argh. How dumb is that? I'm sure I can use the computers at work or at the school, but bummer! and the wrong textbook, hrm. I wonder how hard it is to sell it on Amazon again... d'oh.
In any case, I somehow am taking on a lot more in ALL areas of my life, yet it feels really good. We'll see how it feels when some of the stuff actually gets underway.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Tintinnabulation
I was reminded of this poem today when the word "Tintinnabulation" came up in a conversation about good and bad words/words that BethAnne reacts negatively to. I believe tintinnabulation was on the good list.
We did the first verse of The Bells by Poe for a Choral Reading once, so I've got a certain rhythm and a chorus of voices when I read it. Interesting to read the rest of the poem too, I guess I didn't realize there was more to it!
THE BELLS
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1849)
I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
We did the first verse of The Bells by Poe for a Choral Reading once, so I've got a certain rhythm and a chorus of voices when I read it. Interesting to read the rest of the poem too, I guess I didn't realize there was more to it!
THE BELLS
by Edgar Allan Poe
(1849)
I
Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III
Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV
Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Yesterday was plain awful
You can say that again!
Yesterday was plain awful
but that's
not now
that's then!
(yay Annie!)
Although I'm not entirely sure how today will be either... Some sweet MUM freshman boy was murdered in Annapurna two nights ago. Well, stabbed in Purn, I think he died at the hospital... Some unstable other freshman just freaked out at dinner and stabbed him in the throat and chest. Everyone is in shock. G was eating dinner with me, but Ananda and Jyoti were there when it happened... yuck. I feel awful for everyone who has to deal with this, on any/every level, myself included. Earlier that day, the stabber had tried to stab some other student in class with a pen. THAT victim moved his hand up to block the blow, and luckily was only hit in the cheek/chin and hand, but that took 7 stitches to close the wound on his face! Apparently the stabber was arrested at that point, but released to custody of the school. They were going to send him home, but he got out of his room and went to Purn.... I didn't know either boy involved. both American kids, although the stabber had some Indian/Hindu background, although what that has to do with anything I don't know. One of the emails going around kept mentioning it like it made a difference... Maybe they just didn't know his name and wanted to have a difference between the 2 boys for describing it... whatever :P
here and here are what some students are saying about it... (the MUM forums are a continual discussion of personal points of view, check back for expanded discussions!)
My cousin called me from Cedar Falls where she was babysitting to ask me about it, it was on the 5 o'clock news up there. I can't imagine what this is going to do for the University publicity wise...
Memorial service tonight at the MSAE auditorium.
Healing service at my dad's church on Thurs. not because of this, but nice that it happened to be at this time. I for sure want to go.
Feeling VERY wide range of no-fun emotions - such is grief, but wow - angry, sad, scared, guilty, paranoid, frustrated, dis-illusioned. I don't want the admins to brush this off as not enough #'s in the domes, or too many south entrances left standing. Yeah, keep doing that stuff, but deal with the realities too! Please!
blah.
we come here to escape.
but there is no escape
I always say that about people who move from place to place, and end up with the same problems every time.
but some little unconscious part of me
really thought this place was special.
and it still is
but we've been violated
something tore apart the sacred trust
was it a real trust?
or a clever mask of trustworthiness
a denial of shadows that do exist?
have we been pointing mirrors in the other direction for so long
that we don't notice
the pimples and hairs that have sprouted on our own noses?
do we glue back the shattered mirrors
or buy new ones?
or is there some magic alchemy that can reforge them
into a double edged weapon of truth once again?
Yesterday was plain awful
but that's
not now
that's then!
(yay Annie!)
Although I'm not entirely sure how today will be either... Some sweet MUM freshman boy was murdered in Annapurna two nights ago. Well, stabbed in Purn, I think he died at the hospital... Some unstable other freshman just freaked out at dinner and stabbed him in the throat and chest. Everyone is in shock. G was eating dinner with me, but Ananda and Jyoti were there when it happened... yuck. I feel awful for everyone who has to deal with this, on any/every level, myself included. Earlier that day, the stabber had tried to stab some other student in class with a pen. THAT victim moved his hand up to block the blow, and luckily was only hit in the cheek/chin and hand, but that took 7 stitches to close the wound on his face! Apparently the stabber was arrested at that point, but released to custody of the school. They were going to send him home, but he got out of his room and went to Purn.... I didn't know either boy involved. both American kids, although the stabber had some Indian/Hindu background, although what that has to do with anything I don't know. One of the emails going around kept mentioning it like it made a difference... Maybe they just didn't know his name and wanted to have a difference between the 2 boys for describing it... whatever :P
here and here are what some students are saying about it... (the MUM forums are a continual discussion of personal points of view, check back for expanded discussions!)
My cousin called me from Cedar Falls where she was babysitting to ask me about it, it was on the 5 o'clock news up there. I can't imagine what this is going to do for the University publicity wise...
Memorial service tonight at the MSAE auditorium.
Healing service at my dad's church on Thurs. not because of this, but nice that it happened to be at this time. I for sure want to go.
Feeling VERY wide range of no-fun emotions - such is grief, but wow - angry, sad, scared, guilty, paranoid, frustrated, dis-illusioned. I don't want the admins to brush this off as not enough #'s in the domes, or too many south entrances left standing. Yeah, keep doing that stuff, but deal with the realities too! Please!
blah.
we come here to escape.
but there is no escape
I always say that about people who move from place to place, and end up with the same problems every time.
but some little unconscious part of me
really thought this place was special.
and it still is
but we've been violated
something tore apart the sacred trust
was it a real trust?
or a clever mask of trustworthiness
a denial of shadows that do exist?
have we been pointing mirrors in the other direction for so long
that we don't notice
the pimples and hairs that have sprouted on our own noses?
do we glue back the shattered mirrors
or buy new ones?
or is there some magic alchemy that can reforge them
into a double edged weapon of truth once again?
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