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2012-04-02
Normally, the weather is fairly dreary around here up until at least mid-April, after which it clears up, and then – right when we’re getting used to wearing shorts again – it drops back down to remind us that we’re not quite out of the woods yet. This year seems to be a bit different; we’ve experienced some unseasonably warm weather of late and the smells of spring are all around. Of course, this could be short lived because the meteorologists are claiming that we’re going to go through a delightful little cold snap by this time next week. No matter, I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.
2012-03-26
As mentioned previously, we lived down in the Northern Virginia area for a little less than three quarters of a year back in the 90′s. Although the whole enterprise was one of those colossal mistakes that (I assume) we all make, there were a few bright spots here and there. One of those was a trip we took down to Baltimore with the kids and a family friend who had driven down to spend the weekend with us.
2012-03-19
I stumbled upon this poem the other day, and just loved it. Partially because of the way it reads, but mostly because of the subject. I have relatives who do – or at least did – the whole “dress up in medieval clothing” thing. I also hear about how great the past was from co-workers and acquaintances (never friends – they’re way too smart for that) about how much better things were in the “good old days”. Hell, we’re all subjected to it by politicians who want to try and paint the 50′s as a golden age where nothing was ever, ever, ever wrong. It seems to be a fact of human nature – the past always looks better than the present, no matter what your frame of reference is.
2012-03-16
In addition to the literature class I mentioned last week, my appreciation of poetry couldn’t help but be shaped by the fictional John Keating in Dead Poets Society, which came out in my junior year of high school. I think that Sean and I saw that movie at least a half-dozen times during our last two years of high school, and we normally managed to drag a few of our friends along with us to see it.
2012-03-12
In addition to the literature class I mentioned last week, my appreciation of poetry couldn’t help but be shaped by the fictional John Keating in Dead Poets Society, which came out in my junior year of high school. I think that Sean and I saw that movie at least a half-dozen times during our last two years of high school, and we normally managed to drag a few of our friends along with us to see it.