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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Waterford, WI

I had an interview today in Waterford, WI at Waterford Union High School.  Went well.  Have to wait until late this week to find out.

Heard bad news from Sheboygan Falls High School.  Oh well.  Guess I gotta keep looking.

Poem - On the Side of the Road

She read coming and going. The

mailbox several feet away, she

found something on second

glance that made her stop.

The woman with osteoporosis

back, Darth Vader sun glasses,

pink sweatshirt, and dark (blue

or lightly faded black) sweatpants

held the letter--cream colored paper--

opened only part way, a Z

dangling from her hands.

Out of the side window, at highway

speeds, the scene was in clear detail;

she showed the letter to me in her

silent way and I sped away from it.

Monday, July 26, 2004

Another Weekend Bites the Dust

Saturday Colleen and I both had to work.  However her brother made a surprise visit to take us out to dinner.  We went to the Essen Haus.  Very good prime rib.  Nice visit.

Only one day off this week so Sunday was shopping and relaxing day.  Oh well, next weekend we will have two days off.

Friday, July 23, 2004

Another Interview

I had another interview today. This one was for the job of attendance secretary at the high school in the Wisconsin Dells. It all went well but still have to wait to hear about the outcome.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

Sheboygan Falls, WI

I interviewed today at Sheboygan Falls High School for an opening in their English department.  I met with Scott Sabol and a few other members of the staff.  Very nice little town.  I would like to go back whether I get a job there or not.  Lots of neat shops to look in and lots of pretty scenery.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Good Book

I just finished reading a good book.  The Wounded Knee Massacre From the Viewpoint of the Sioux by James H. McGregor explains the events, attitudes, and decisions that lead to the Wounded Knee Massacre.  A very good read; the author has a very distinctive voice that works well with the historical narrative.  The cover of the book is also a bonus as it has art work done by Iron Cloud.  Printed by Fenske Printing, Inc. out of Rapid City, SD.  The first printing was in 1940.  I was reading a twelfth edition, 1997 reprint.  This book explains a lot about the circumstances and events that I didn't understand before.

Paha Ska

We have a piece of Paha Ska's artwork.  We have been searching for information about him for quite some time.  Today I have found several things about him:
A poem about him.
A listing about him on the Keystone Area Historical Society website.
A picture of him at the Crazy Horse memorial.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004


I had a good weekend with Colleen.  Sunday morning we went for a walk around town.  We lit a candle at the shrine near the Catholic church in town (neither of us is Catholic).  Lots of people we are worried about now; it felt like a good thing to do.  Though we did find it interesting that the shrine had two boxes with signs that read "deposit $3.00 to light a prayer candle."  Faith on the honesty system.  We joked that we could pick three people to light it for then.  A dollar a person.  Actually we figured that this was because Wisconsin Dells is a tourist town; and if there isn't a sign saying that you have to pay the tourists will take advantage of it.  In the afternoon we went to my parent's house and visited.  I finished setting up my parent's computer.  I had to format the hard drive and reinstall windows after it refused to work properly. 
Monday I mailed out some job applications and then I applied for a job at Econoprint.  Then we went to the Wisconsin Opry Craft and Antique Mall.  This was alot of fun.  I love looking at old stuff.  It is fun to figure out what something is that you can't immediately identify.  And usually I find out that it was something that was important for everyday life.  Interesting how things become unimportant so quickly.  I found an old, autographed poetry chapbook.  Got it for $0.84.  Now it is Tuesday and I am back at work.

Friday, July 16, 2004

Poem - We are Admired

In the morning your
pain sensitizes me
for the day, already
a failure before breakfast.

We are admired for the pain
we deny existence.  Believing
it doesn't hurt, earns us medals.

Push past the wall; play through
the pain.  Give voice to the
primal; scream the pain away.

On the battlefield, on the
playing field, the dead
have more to give.

Pick that man up, dust him
off, and send him out again.

You and I do this everyday;
it is an old, old idea that
every step should ache.

And it gets older every day.
Push past the wall;
play through the pain.

Give voice to the devil;
yell the pain away.
Your brain will explode
from a lifetime of pain.

The flesh will decay
as you lay in your grave.
The soul is blinded by hurt.
But embedded in your stone
will be gold-plate medals.

Push past the death;
play through the pain.
Give voice to the hurt;
cry the pain away.

Poem - Merely Wet

There is something
between us,
the line on the beach
between the saturated
and the merely wet.

let go of your hand,
shirt in the dry sand,
dive in.

You watch
from the other side of that

The tops of your toes are
still dry.

Out of the water,
sand between my toes
I find you guarding that line.

I hold you, I dry myself
on you.
And I laugh at you,
just merely wet.

Poem - Others

The lives of others,
a black, deep, sooty

And as I mine
I take the pretty,
shiny things.
On my
shelf they look good.

In my safe, there
under that floorboard,
are the lumps of coal,
deep black, sooty and
from the mines.

in the crevases and eternity
in the layers and shades
of black, dark, ugly, soot

The whole world
in a piece of coal.

Poem - But I Have To Make A Living

Gouge the lines of a ledger book
across my back and balance out my
life in the red of ink before the
red of blood makes a tinted gesso
on your canvas.

I can tell you the sum and total
before you go through the effort;
if you would get to the heart and soul
of me, there would be no reason to
emphasize my zeros.

Another receipt -- my blame shifting
adds one more to the negative column.
I am a zero in the absolute sense; you
take anything away from me.

There is nothing left to give.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Movies We Need to Buy

Medicine River & Dance Me Outside
These are listed on Meshktenye's blog in his profile. 


About two weeks ago, driving to my parent's house, I came upon two adult sand hill cranes and their two little ones. I had to stop and watch them. Only about five inches tall and fuzzy, the gray little cranes already had two very different personalities. One stuck right next to the parents and ran across the road with them. The other one was more cautious and stayed on the opposite side, waiting for me to pass by.

The parents squawked and called for the little one on the other side of the street. After sitting there for a few moments, it became clear that this little crane was stubborn in its fear and would not move on while my vehicle was sitting where it was. I pulled ahead, just over the rise of the hill so I could look back and see. Two more minutes of frantic calls from the parents and the stranded chick finally ran across the road.

Today I went past that point today and I could see the parent cranes out in the field. Only one chick was with them. It was about a foot tall now. Still fuzzy but now much less gray. The missing chick was no surprise. Cranes have two chicks just for that reason. But I do wonder which one survived. Is it the cautious one or the one who was daring and crossed the road right away who is still alive? Was one of them Cain and one of them Abel? That happens too in cranes.

International Crane Foundation

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Museum of Bad Art

I may not know art but I know what I like. And everything I like could qualify for a showing at the Museum of Bad Art.


Pataphysics, a French absurdist concept, is the idea of a philosophy or science dedicated to studying what lies beyond the realm of metaphysics. It is a parody of the theory and methods of modern science and is often expressed in nonsensical language. A practitioner of pataphysics is a pataphysician.
from http://encyclopedia.thefreedictionary.com/pataphysics

Monday, July 12, 2004

One More Movie


Movie Time

We just finished watching some movies:
Second Hand Lions
Winnebago Women: Songs and Stories; Women's History & Literature Media; Jocelyn Riley, Producer
Thunder in the Dells; Ootek Productions; Dave Erickson and Lance Tallmadge, producers; 1992

Our Cats

Lucy on the left, Missy on the right. Posted by Hello