Creative

It seemed not so long ago a terrarium was a common sight in a home. Also fish tanks, turtle boxes, even freeze-dried sea-horses that you sent away for were trafficked more heavily in the pre-computer age. Little patches of life, microcosms and personal plots and spaces. Handheld domains sustained by the attention we brought to them.

We now cultivate social globes. We tend our Digitariums populated by “friends and followers”, and fed by our crafted personas. We spend swaths of time in prescribed webspheres made of input boxes, upload buttons, and php scripts. These are technically vivariums too, miniature worlds, but the contents of the bowl are linguistic and iconic rather than purely organic.

Date & Time: Tuesday Jul 23 2013 – 10:00am – 12:00pm & 1:00pm – 3:00pm

Come create homes for our magical friends during our Fairy Houses & Gnome Homes workshop on Tuesday July 23 at Brooks Memorial Library. 

Choose from two sessions: 

Session 1 runs from 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. 
Session 2 runs from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. 

I was reading about a new in Wisconsin.  Here are a few of the 20 questions being asked of those that apply:

– Describe an object lost that you still think about.

BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

I have been teaching Geometry this year, 

and trying my best to explain logic,

deduction vs induction,

and the ever present,

always faulty,

always useful, abductive “reasoning.”

“Wind
Howling Through the Streets “

A Chilean woman spoke to me

late into the night in Valparaiso
about

living during the time of Pinochet.

Here’s something that the town of Brattlboro does not “need”: a town slogan. But, it might be fun to try.

Capsule descriptions of Brattleboro in advertising tend to focus on our great downtown, natural beauty and the generalartsieness of the place.

I was thinking of going in a different direction:

“Brattleboro, Vt – in the shadow of the foothills of the Green Mountains!” 

I was no longer homeless, and I had a job. Compared with day labor pushing carts through the garment district, driving a cab seemed easy… and by my standards it paid well.

This evening I had started with two quick fares, each less than five dollars on the meter. Tonight, the weather was pleasant, but having left off my passengers in Little Italy, I now found myself stuck in a single-lane jam on a narrow street. There was another empty cab behind me, so if anyone were to hail a taxi, I would be first in line for the fare. Or so I thought.