@loppear The Moon makes for mysterious nights ...
Notices by dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social), page 20
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Wednesday, 31-Jan-2018 18:00:45 EST dogtrax
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Wednesday, 31-Jan-2018 17:59:33 EST dogtrax
A quick pivot in class: a reference to Nelson Mandela in the novel we are reading provided an unplanned discuss about Apartheid, racism, personal sacrifice, and the moral fortitude often needed to confront institutional social injustice and wrong. In a class with 11 year olds, you never know where things will go. Where they went today was insightful and deep, and well worth the detour. Always is. #smallstories
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Wednesday, 31-Jan-2018 07:12:15 EST dogtrax
It felt better
to sit in
radio silence
than to
listen to his voice,
for at least
the silence held
meaning.#smallpoems SOU response
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 19:56:43 EST dogtrax
Time is light
in motion,
turn to where the
dawning is#smallpoems poetic reversal-rama
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 19:55:00 EST dogtrax
Trust your
heart
but verify
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Tellio (tellio@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 08:50:53 EST Tellio
#smalljoys #smallstories The joy of sharpening my colored pencils before I read and highlight. Memoried back to the acrid graphite smell of pencil shavings from a wall sharpener and the dusting the chalk erasers https://mastodon.social/media/yGrGWJqtIvoY2nyaaQ0
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 19:46:53 EST dogtrax
@edg @shmibs Every year, a few of the teacher networks I am in sponsor the National Day on Writing (in US) and pose that question: Why Write? Each year, I answer it a bit different, which is interesting.
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 19:43:30 EST dogtrax
@ulfur Awesome sauce
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úlfur 🐺 (ulfur@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 19:36:27 EST úlfur 🐺
A 12-Year-Old Wants to Publish Her Second Book About the Beauty of the Universe
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 19:42:42 EST dogtrax
“When he strummed his guitar and ink hit the string, I felt like I was still part of the music, still present.”
— from Die Young With Me by Rob Rufus, Page 239
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 05:56:58 EST dogtrax
@lauraritchie Live-streaming the concert? Cool. I'm going to put that on my calendar ...
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selfcare.tech (selfcare@botsin.space)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 05:13:32 EST selfcare.tech
Next time you're outside, take a look at the clouds.
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 05:48:28 EST dogtrax
@lauraritchie Another musical journey?
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Tuesday, 30-Jan-2018 05:47:15 EST dogtrax
We were discussing a scene in the novel (Watsons Go to Birmingham) in which the father brings home a portable record player for the car (the TTAB700), in preparation for a journey. I asked, how many of you have a record player at home? One hand out of twenty went up. I then launched into a lesson about vinyl, grooves, needle drops and song cycles. My class of 11-year-olds were looking at me like I was from some distant planet. Sure, they've seen vinyl records in movies before ... #smallstories
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Monday, 29-Jan-2018 20:16:24 EST dogtrax
@paralithode Good night. May tomorrow be better than today
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Sunday, 28-Jan-2018 05:29:33 EST dogtrax
It's 50 degrees in January, and the land here thinks the thaw has come. It doesn't know such foolery of the world yet. The snow melt reveals graveyards of forgotten bones. Broken sticks. Lost toys. Garden tools. Flower pots. All things lost beneath early snow now become visible, first as mere shapes under white ice and snow, and then revealed slowly in the strange January sun as the objects they are. Don't be fooled. Winter remains. Another blanket is still yet sure to drop. #smallstories
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 27-Jan-2018 07:17:03 EST dogtrax
How quickly night turns into day. Not when you’re watching and waiting. Only when you’re not. When you’ve turned to do something else. Then you remember. You look, and the sky is now layered white and pink and blue. The pink is soon to disappear, vapors of horizontal colors left only in the memory of the moment. Tomorrow, it will happen all over again. #smallstories
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Friday, 26-Jan-2018 05:23:46 EST dogtrax
"Did I tell you about Jesus?" she asked, and the boy she was talking to turned to me, explaining: "Jesus is a fish she bought from Walmart."
"Jesus jumped from the fish net and landed on the rug," she said, "and my dog picked him up. I had to chase the dog all around the house to get him back. He's fine. I know. Weird, right?"
We're all silent, imagining dog with fish in mouth. The fish ... it's fine? How is that possible?
There's a Parable in there, but darned if I can find it.
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Thursday, 04-Jan-2018 13:05:46 EST dogtrax
“And from time to time, they turned on each other, and were distraught if they saw their fellows failing to join in the noise, for any quiet form of contemplation was thought of as acquiescence to the monster.”
— from Fable, by Teri Cole, as found in Best American Non-Required Reading 2017, page 2
#smallquotes (Cole’s use of fable to remind us how Trump revels in the noise and distraction of social media)
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dogtrax (dogtrax@mastodon.social)'s status on Thursday, 04-Jan-2018 12:34:33 EST dogtrax
@andrawatkins Sending thoughts and comfort your way. Such difficult times, I am sure.